Mother.

Can I catch my wandering thoughts
As I gaze into the sky
Looking for a little glimpse
Of an angel passing by?

How far away is Heaven?
How busy are they there?
Does my Mother know I’m looking up
And know how much I care?

Will she come back when You do Lord
When You fly down from the sky?
Will she look like she always did
With her smile and teary eyes?

She was not young, though pretty
And You took away her pain
I never wanted her to die
But she had much more to gain.

I want her to be proud of me
So one day, will she know
That You are now my Saviour
And I do love You so?

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2010