~ Precious And Few ~

Precious and few are the memories of you
You have been there for me it is true
Where do I go from here
When Heaven, for you is very near
How do I cope, I know there is hope
You are so very dear

Precious and few are the loving years we have shared
I was your little baby, I belonged to you
You helped me through the life I knew
God planned when He created me
To give me a father, who would help me see

When you die, I will look for a little butterfly
Take me flying with you please
So we can see all the beauty
God's love, come to be

Precious and few, are those we must let go
From the world and the life that we know
When I watch you fly in the air
To heaven you go, with the love I have shared
Tell The Lord, you did your best
You, my father have need of rest.

~*~

Linda Ann Henry © 2005
Do you remember me
The people's poet

In memory of William Woodrow Henry.
Everything I am or have been, I owe to my father.
Those we love do not die,
they only turn into butterflies.