Hurt


Butterfly wings in the garden
Cows mooing in the meadow | such a beautiful sight
but with heavy hearts we sigh

God is about to call another angel to heaven
Her wings may be tattered from wear,
But her gracious heart has spread far and wide.

Within her embrace you could find many a laughter.
She was quick to hug | quick to forgive |
and carried a heavy burden as if it weighed none.

She saw sorrow, gladness and triumph.
She lifted those up in need
and lend a ear to listen.

She was a mother first and foremost
A grandmother to many
A friend to everyone else

May your wings glow with the hue of dawn
Your smile lift a many
And know that you have touched so many
That you will not be forgotten.

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