Words from the Heart

Gray

The angels came to take you home,

Right on time and yet, too soon.

Didn’t they know we weren’t done yet?

There is still so much to do.

Summer cookouts at the lake house,

And watching football in the Fall;

December, we decorate our tree, 

And leave it up til Springtime calls.

But the lake house now sits empty 

when you should be moving in,

It’s not right you died in Springtime

when so many things begin.

Now, we’re left with your belongings 

& in our hearts, a you-shaped hole.

The world looks much greyer now

Without your wild soul.

May you rest among the angels,

In paradise up above.

Please watch over those who miss you,

And don’t forget that you were loved.