Fly

A mother loses her child to sickness.

My children ask me

About their lover dad

I tell them the same thing

Time after time

"Your dad is an angel

Flying up above

Watching over you."

My child is sick

I cry when he sleeps

I pray to his dad

To watch over him

My child get's worse

He's turned a sickly pale

His shiny hair is dull

His eyes don't sparkle

I cry and pray again

My child is gone

He's turned into an angel

His dull hair is shiny

His eyes sparkle

I don't cry anymore

My child spoke,

Before he left

He whispered in my ear

"I'm going to be an angel

Just like my dad.

I'll fly up above,

I'll watch overhead."

My child smiled lightly

His lips slightly chapped

His heavy lids fluttered

As he fell asleep

People ask me how I fare

My husband and child gone

I just smile, and tell them

"He's going to be an angel

Just like his dad

He'll fly up above,

He'll watch overhead."