Chelsea's Wish
She was a blonde-haired blue-eyed girl
From down in Tennessee.
She was the tender age of twelve
And pretty as can be.
Yes, Chelsea was so full of life.
She loved to live each day.
But she was dying from cancer
And soon, she’ll pass away.
Oh, Chelsea told her mom one day,
When all the sky was blue,
About a special wish she had
And hoped it would come true.
“Yes, I could wish for world peace,”
Yes she said with a smile,
“I could wish all the fighting would
Let up for just awhile.
Or I could wish for riches and
Have power and have fame.
Or I could wish my life be saved.
A longer life to claim.
Yes, I could wish that ev’ryone
Has lots of food to eat
Or wish that all the children would
Have shoes upon their feet.”
“But mom”, she said, “Here’s what I wish
So now you have been told.
I wish to be an angel and
Walk on those streets of gold.
I want to shake my maker’s hand
And see Him face to face
Because I know He’ll welcome me
Into His holy place.
And mom, I want to comfort you
When you are feeling sad.
I want to bring peace from above
And give to you and dad.”
“And mom,” she said, “I’ve loved my life,
But now it’s time to go
And also mom, please don’t forget
I’ll always love you so.
I’m going to a better place.
Mom, put your mind at ease.”
Then Chelsea’s wish, it did come true.
She closed her eyes in peace.
Copyright © David Gordon | Year Posted 2014
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