by Mike Patrick

Created on: December 19, 2009

In memory

No longer could you stall
The angel’s gentle wings.
Long now have you been called
To meet with heaven’s kings.

So soft did they surround you,
I didn’t hear their tread,
But I heard the angels singing
As they took you from our bed.

You embroidered these few words
Upon the throw across the couch:
“The best is yet to come,”
But now I have my doubts.
 
The best is yet to come.
Oh how I pray it’s true.
I know it still can come to pass
In an eternity with you.

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