As I was on an errand today
I had nothing on my mind
Until I saw the carcass of an unfortunate deer
And noticed the scavengers quite near
I felt in pain
His loss their gain
I remembered something
I was told quite young
When someone dies
A baby is born.
Then I began to think
Whose place was it I did take
Was it a man?
Was it a woman?
Was he or she young?
Or was he or she old?
I seriously felt
It was a man
It is he who is my Guardian Angel
And I wanted to reach out and take his hand
Was he a country or a city man?
Was he born in the 1800’s or the 1900’s I asked
Was he from this country or a foreign shore?
Oh the questions there are so many more
Was he in the war?
Was he safe from harm?
Or was he hurt
And lost an arm?
Did he marry?
And were there children, I asked
How many grandchildren were there
Who sat on his lap?
You are so near
Yet so far
Now that I question
Who you are
How many times did I disappoint him
Through out my time on earth
Did he like my singing?
Or did his ears I hurt?
Was his hand on mine as I painted
The mountains the skys and the seas
Or on the steering wheel when my attention was lax
Was he there to help save me
Did he help with my tests in school
In order to ensure my future goal
Did he approve of my choice
As I chose a school on the Nebraska soil
I know he was there when I was wed
And he approved of the life we led
Maybe he even beamed
As our four children came upon the scene.
He is here to help me see
The wonders God has made
And prepare myself for the final day
When I approach the Golden Gate
Maybe it is then I will know
Who died so I could be born
I’ll thank him for he did his best
Then ask God to give him, eternal rest.