Her Laughter

I can hardly remember what it was like
Where do all our childhood memories like to hide? 
Such an innocent time. Slowly, it comes to me
A charming wife working days in a city, 
never asking why as a mother of five
Inseperable, it's impossible for us to forget
Her laughter is what we'll miss
And singing those high octaves, in which only she could hit
No, I don't want to remember 1989
The year we first learned of cancer
Taking it's sweet time in taking her life.