Saying Goodbye
A woman lay dying, her loved ones are near.
Trying their best to hold back the tears.
A good life she’s had filled with laughter and love.
The lord is now calling he wants her above.
She holds out her hand for her daughters to take.
This is one journey she’s willing to make.
Her husband long gone she wishes to see.
It’s hard to let go I want her with me.
I visited often this woman I love.
Her daughters my mother, for I married her son.
For all that she gave me, I gave her a great-grandson.
The time has come and she’s now gone.
You can hear the sadness in her birds love song.
Out in the sunshine when the wind blows, her voice tells me not to worry,
it was her time to go.
Copyright © Marcella Thompson | Year Posted 2006
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