Thinking about my Mum the other day
Which is the norm for me I have to say,
Reliving the time that she actually died
I felt the tears rising from deep inside.
All the pain and loss returned ten fold
Time passes but the pain never grows old,
It`s fresh and acute as it was back then
And I keep on feeling it time and again.
I needed fresh air so I went to the door
I couldn`t believe at first what I saw,
Mum must have known I needed a sign
For I looked up and saw something divine.
To some it was only a cloud I am sure
But for me it was something far more,
It looked like an angel floating up high
Like Mum keeping watch up there in the sky.
