by Harold Larson

Created on: April 02, 2009   Last Updated: April 04, 2009

August
August skies were always hard. Looking back, there were those sleepless nights, And praying that this was all just a dream.
But now the clouds have gone away, and the sky never looked so blue.

One day our daughter asked me, "When is mommy coming home?" At first I couldn't answer, the words brought back the tears.
What should I tell her? Please tell me what to say to her.
She's standing there in that dark blue dress with that look upon her face.

I can't bring myself to tell her that you've gone to another place.
But I cannot lie and say that you'll be coming back.
I always dreaded this day, not for her sake but for mine.
That she'd ask me this question and that I wouldn't have an answer.

So I guess that I will tell her, after all of this thinking.
Of how much you loved her, and gave up the world for her That you'd sing her to sleep with the sounds of heaven That even though you aren't here with us, You're still here inside of our hearts
So as I look each day to the clouds, I'll remember the promise I made To watch our little girl grow up into the woman she was meant to be.
And when August comes again I won't forget I'll remember with the tears Of how an angel from up above came down, and on that day went home.

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