Final Flight
On September 1,1969,
A little boy came into this world
It was a day of excitement
Especially for one little girl
You see, on that day, he became a part of our family tree;
But, also on that special day, he became a part of me!
We're not flesh of the same flesh nor bone of the same bone,
But sent from up above, to be a part of the same family,
To be able to share our love.
So, you see that little boy who was born that day,
was more special than any other;
For on September 1, 1969, that little boy became my brother.
He always knew what he wanted to do from the time he was knee-high;
He often watched for airplanes, and how he wanted to learn to fly
We all know he was living his dream and enjoying life all the way,
But, that doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye to him today.
But, in my heart, I know his FINAL FLIGHT he did complete;
It ended when he landed in HEAVEN at Jesus' feet!
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2011
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