Fly, Angel Fly
By: Denise
I
sit beside you Mom,
as upon death's doorstep you lay.
I lay my head upon your chest,
and I begin to pray.
Oh, how I wish you could stay,
and that we could see happier days.
But, God knows best, as always.
Your wings are being prepared,
by the angels with great care.
When you bid us adieu,
and make your debut,
upon heavens beautiful shore,
there will be no need for fear anymore,
for your Savior, whom you adore,
will meet you there.
So fly, my beautiful angel, fly.
By: Denise
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