Each evening when my day is done I dream for hours and hours, how you and mom walked hand in hand admiring all the flowers. I know she has three more girls and four old nasty boys, but deep within my heart I know you were her pride & joy. Each time I would say Kat is coming home her eyes would shine with blue, Now I can see her part the clouds and look around for you. Some day her eyes will shine again as ages roll alone, when God looks down at her to say, Kat is coming home. Dear God hear my dearest prayer when all my deeds are done, Please let us walk hand in hand me, my sis and mom. I love you Etta Rose Williams