An Angels Wings

On Christmas in 1998, my mom left me and my older sister. She lost her battle against cancer. I was only 4 years old.

You took a path

That led to a better place

Not but 12 years ago

 

You flew with the angels

To see the man

That stood in so many of your dreams

 

You sprouted your wings

That you were granted

Too soon to receive

 

You took his hand

As he led you

To a beautiful place

That you should have not seen

Not yet at least

 

You tried to fight

But the battle was not won

The enemy was just way too strong

 

You grew weak

But strong in his eyes

To him it was not a feat

 

You were told

To not be afraid

But afraid is what you were

 

You didn’t want to leave

You didn’t want to say goodbye

You just wanted to stay by my side

 

You took a path

Not but 12 years ago

That led you away from me.

Author's Note

This is for my mom, she is now my angel.