Whenever You Remember

The day she was born,
Hair wild,
With little red curls,
He quit smoking just for her.

Years later,
That wild red hair,
Met a young man,
And fell in love.

He and she got married,
Had four little children as well,
Three little girls one tough boy,
A sight to see for that wild red hair.

One little girl grew up and got married,
Before, however, she had one little girl,
Those wild red curls now had a granddaughter,
And at the wedding they danced.

She took her granddaughter to Disneyland,
Along with her other daughter and husband,
One night they baked cookies and licked off the batter,
The next, the granddaughter was giving a Mickey Mouse veil.

Everything was perfect,
For that mass of wild red hair,
But that wild red hair,
Never even had a chance to turn grey.

On a plane,
With three of her children,
On the eighteenth of the first month in the new year,
A tragety occurred...