That night I sat with you upon your bed of white
Sadly waiting, as I knew you were going towards the light,
I touched your cheek and held your hand and said,
"I love you, Mom, but I have to let you go,
Because your work on earth is done."

My heart was pounding wildly and I wanted you to stay,
But I knew you'd be with Jesus before the dawn of day.
Your breathing became softer, until it came no more,
And you looked more beautiful than you ever had before.

You were free from pain and suffering,
For your soul was now set free
And though I would miss you deeply, I knew it had to be.

You had lived a long life, been a daughter, wife, and mother
Now your role was changing, more important than any other.

You were to be an angel, the daughter of a King
To live in Heaven above, looking down and watching over things.
So even though I miss you and at times feel my heart will break
I wouldn't wish you back with all your body had to take.

You are where you need to be, an angel in the sky
And I will see you once again in the sweet by and by.
Until that time I have the memories of you I will hold dear.
I love you, Mom, I always will. You always will be here.

Copyright^© Clara Peterson