Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Mom was a special person to all. I will miss our talks and singing the old tunes together. I can't explain the love we have for mom. You are with Dad and pain free. May God bless the both of you. I Love you.
Look up to the sky
Now tell me what you see
A cloud, the moon, possibly the sun
Many answers there will be
When I look up to the sky
I'll tell you what I see
I see my mother
And she's looking back at me
She tells me she didn't want to leave us
But it was time for her to depart
It was the hardest thing she had to do
And it's breaking her heart
She tells me we mustn't be sad
Because finally she's pain free
She's found her place with Dad
Underneath a mimosa tree
She'll always be there to guide us
When we feel we've lost the way
She'll always be there to comfort us
And wipe those tears away
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'll 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, Mom
