She can't hear well, hasn't for a long time,
we feel as if we yell to make her understand.
She sleeps a lot, says she so tired these days,
is it tired or is it just getting to be the end.
She's ready to meet her Maker, she says,
but am I ready to let her go.
She sometimes gets lonely, she says,
even though we are right in the same room.
She is too dear to me to be lonely and tired,
but I'm still not ready to say good bye.
She sleeps, she sleeps, she sleeps,
wake up Momma, wake up!