Dear Tre’ja,
When things were quiet you’d always make us laugh,
Feeling grateful for the things we had.
Without your silly games, things are not the same.

Dear Tre’ja,
When times were cold you’d share your winter coat
And a bus fare for a friend when they were broke.
You made me so proud, who’s gonna help them now?

You wrote for me these letters on the wall
And I have read them all
So lovingly I’m writing one to you
It’s what I gotta do
It’s helping me get through

Dear Tre’ja,
Looking out for ways to share the load
Carrying your turtles down the road
Family love we found, you shared this love around.

And Maya,
Eating ice cream with her French fries
The image of her sister in her eyes
Looking up to you, walking in your shoes.

You wrote for me these letters on the wall
And I have read them all
So lovingly I’m writing one to you
It’s what I gotta do
It’s helping me get through

You were me, I was you, my miracle baby
You were me, say “woo, woo, woo” my miracle baby

You wrote for me these letters on the wall
And I have read them all
So lovingly I’m writing one to you
It’s what I gotta do
It’s helping me get through

Love, Mama