Thursday, January 14, 2016
My Mother
Look up to the sky,
Now tell me what you see,
A cloud, the moon, the sun,
Many answers there will be,
When I look to the sky,
I'll tell you what I see
I see my Mother
And She's looking back at me
She tells me we mustn't be sad
Because finally she is pain free
She's found her place in heaven
Underneath a blossom tree
She'll always be there to share our joy
And laugh at the jokes we make
In order to feel her presence
Only a little imagination it will take
She may be in the form of a butterfly
Or simply a floating feather
Or hovering over like a busy bee
Or simply part of the weather
You've all come here to say your farewell
But for me it's not goodbye
If I want to see her, all I have to do
Is look up to the sky
Sweet dreams, Love ya Ma
Randy
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