Two little kids she left behind
One just eight months old
The other one had just turned two
Now they have no mom to hold.

She only had one month to go
She would have turned 18
But troubles overwhelmed her
She just gave up it seems.

We never even had a clue
As she sent us to the store
Said that she ran out of pills
And that she needed more.

One by one she swallowed them
She also had some beer
Stacked some records to listen to
As she sat there shedding tears.

She then said she was tired
She had to go to bed
Kissed us all so soundly
Then she went to rest her head.

Then in the night she slipped from us
Her life just ebbed away
How horrible it was to see
Her lifeless form that day.

Trying so to wake her
Not believing this was true
She wouldn't really kill herself!
Yet her face and lips so blue.

Did anybody really care
Maybe she thought not
Too late she probably realized
We all loved her alot.
This was written for my sister Betty Lou
who took her life May 14,1965.