On Angels Wings

By F.C.

Let's go in here, were the doctor's words.

When he was through I thought this could not be the truth,

ripped from my soul was the innocence of youth.

I am sorry but she is going to die.

Words that cut sharper than any knife,

the lord is going to take a woman, a friend, a mother, a wife.

Tears flow like a river with no end.

Life as I know it would never be the same,

I do not know how to feel; hurt, guilt, loss, or shame.

I began to think this is all a mistake.

What can I do to make this all go away,

rub my eyes, shake my head, pray very hard to go back to yesterday.

The runaway train of hurt keeps coming.

With each coming day more bad news arrives,

like sand slipping through hands, you are being pulled from our lives.

Finally words that help the guilt of loss faith.

The lord never promises that we will not die,

only that he has reserved a place in the sky.

So I hold your hand and rub your feet.

I lay by your side and memorize your face,

I am sure you are going to a better place.

Time will tell if I am right.

That there maybe good deserving of rejoice,

for when I am alone I still can see your face and hear you voice.

They say there will be a time when you will need me to let you go.

As I promised in the beginning, I would never lie to you.

As I promised in the beginning, I would only do what is right for you.

So with a tear in my eye, I will let you go and let you fly.

I will release you from this world of material things,

and let you ride on angels wings.....

With all my love,

I write this to an angel who must have come from above.......

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