He came home from work and sat down,
"I don't feel so good," he said.
She went to get a cold washcloth,
When she came back he was dead.

How can a girl be a widow,
At the age of twenty-eight?
A heart attack is what they said,
What a cruel and brutal fate.

The family gathered for support,
In the basement of the church.
And people did what people do,
Try to heal each other's hurt.

The oldest daughter of the three,
Although she was barely six,
Had made her grandpa buy a tin,
Of a fancy candy mix.

This she sold to the other kids,
And she gathered up the change.
Then walked up to the coffin,
Where her fallen daddy lay.

She gently emptied out the tin,
Of coins on her fathers chest.
"Daddy never goes anywhere,
Without money," 'sall she said