Angel's Wings

Life’s longest hours are wending on, toward the finish line. The evening sun marks moments now, tired body in decline. That day has come to say goodbye, our time together past… for night brings death to call you on, to your home at last. This frail hand holds to mine so tight, Blind eyes wait now for heaven's light. One more fine voice will be called to sing, in heaven's chorus… given angel's wings. So hard to loose these ties of love, to see this rose in shade… your hold on life is growing weak, while petals of love fade. The Master Gardener calls to you, a cottage waits you there… filled with your life's sweet rewards, eternal flowers fair.. This frail hand slips away from mine, blind eyes are opened to Light divine. One more fine voice, is called to sing… in heaven’s chorus, given angel’s wings. This hilltop graveyard for awhile, has come to be your home… your body rests here on earth yet, but your soul in heaven roams. Dad’s arm rests on your shoulder there, brother’s hand at last you hold… I sing for you this final song, as you walk on streets of gold. Your hand is strong, but far from me… now your blue eyes can truly see. One more fine voice has gone to sing, in heaven’s chorus, wearing angel’s wings.a song in tribute to my mother who is nearing the time of passing over. this is written in traditional tennessee hill style, sung without music... Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 05:30 AM PST   20 • 0 • 1