I remember so well the day Mom left,
A glorious spring afternoon,
The angels came and took her home,
But for me, it was much too soon.
I was the youngest and only daughter,
The three boys and I made four,
We needed her in so many ways,
When God called and opened the door.
A few years later, my brother left,
He was gone, by his own hand,
I pray he went through those pearly gates,
To this day.....I just don't understand.
A couple years more and I lost Dad,
It was cancer that took him from me,
I know Mom and Jimmie were waiting,
But it was getting harder to see,
Why everyone was leaving,
Going to their new home above,
There was so much I wasn't ready for,
And oh, how I still needed their love.
A few months ago, another one gone,
My oldest brother had died,
He was only fifty seven years old,
And though I knew where he was, I still cried.
I'm sure there was a reunion,
In the heaven's the night he went home,
The four of them in that glorious place,
Together, forever to roam,
Through the fields of golden flowers,
Where there are no more harsh stings,
Where they are wrapped in His warm, loving light,
Where they have each been given their wings.
And each night I look to the Heavens,
As I whisper my silent prayer,
I hope they catch the love I send,
These angels of mine, up there.