Perfect Day To Die
It was a July morning and cardinals were singing
When heaven opened up and angels came to get me awake
I smelled lavender, and saw dew on the grass
When the spiritual realm opened in the far off daybreak
I had never seen such a gloriously wonderful sight.
It held my interest as I sipped my last few sips of coffee.
My guide came to get me; he was ever so pretty and bright.
I did not have time to tell goodbye to my darling Geoffrey.
When you get a daybreak like this, you do not realize
The significance, it just seems like a perfect day in your mind.
However, those angels have wings that take you by surprise.
You are soon in another realm, enjoying more of your kind.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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