Shondean
One by one she climbs the stairs
At the top, a bright light awaits her there
Waiting at the top, by ones that passed her by
Their arms opened wide waiting for her to arrive
Those left behind, heavy hearted, weep and cry
A white light radiates as God opens his gate
Adorned with a halo and wings of gold
A new angel passes over Heaven's threshold
The church bells chime fifty times
The number of years we had one so dear
Living on earth amongst her peers
Giving us her love through out the years
Now, from above she resides
In Heaven, waiting for us to arrive
Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2022
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