He taught me how to throw a ball,
...to stand up for what's right,
Upon the wings of angels,
...he journeys to the light.
He took my hand to lead the way,
...was comfort when I fell,
He is the rock of my foundation,
...I bid my last farewell.
Taught me values, how to live,
...as moral as a preacher,
With misted eyes, I say farewell,
...to one who is my teacher.
He taught me to be courteous,
...that if I try I can,
He taught me how to love; to cry,
...and how to be a man.
Deep within a searing pain,
...for life too soon did end,
As journeys home, I bid adieu,
...to father, my best friend.
A gentle wind blew cross the land,
Reaching out to take a hand,
For on the winds the angels came,
Calling out a mother's name.
Left behind, the children's tears,
Loving memories of the years,
Of joy and love, a life well spent,
And now to God, a mother's sent.
With saddened heart, a child's farewell,
Regrets of love, forgot to tell,
Mother's whispers from above,
"Twas not words that showed your love."
As flesh departs, deep sorrow's pain,
But mother's love, shall e'er remain,
Inside each child, a mother lives,
For of herself, a mother gives.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight,
The journey home, towards the light,
To those who weep, a life is gone,
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.