Penny’s daughter,
Just like all mothers and daughters,
Miss her daughter,
Daughter to busy for mom,
In my head I hear a song from my youth,
Cradles and Silver Spoon Little boy grew into manhood,
Mom use to say ‘Will she miss me when I’m gone?’
Will you Diana?
Was mom’s money and death worth it?
I never treated my mom as a throwaway toy,
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