Death took my precious Mother

To a place I cannot see,

Then softly on a gentle breeze

Her spirit rose to Thee.

As I try to picture Heaven

And imagine she is there,

I more often think of you, Lord

And feel she's everywhere.

I see her 'midst the flowers

That she loved so much on earth,

Or singing with an angel's choir;

She knew most every verse.

I see her gather loved ones

And hold them to her breast. .

Those who went before her,

Those who wait for all the rest.

I remember all the children

That she cradled in her arms.

That was her mother's heart, Lord

To protect them all from harm.

Death took my precious mother

To a place I cannot see.

But she left a mother's gentle love..

Her legacy to me.

©Dawn Stratton 1991