A gentle wind blew across the land
reaching out to take a hand
for on the winds the angels came
calling out a mother's name,
Left behind, were the children's tears
leaving loving memories of the years
of joy and love, a life well spent
and now to god a mother is sent,
On angel's wings, she took a heavenly flight
those children's arms wanted to hold her tight,
They cried and cried till they could cry no more
as she took her journey home, towards god's door,
The children still see her every night
they hold on to memories in their dreams so tight
the children will never ever forget the love
which they had from their beautiful mother
who watches them from up above.
Julia
29th December 2008