I remember the last thing you said to me before you passed that night.
You said, "Mommy did you see the angel?" "No" I said in fright!
You said she was standing right by your bed and smiling down at you.
"No! Please don't take him, his life's not nearly through!

He has to play, grow up, do things, like have children of his own."
Then I saw the angel that was sent from God's holy throne.
My tears were flooding the vision of this lovely, heavenly sight.
I heard her say she was sent to take my child away that night.

To a place where there is no sickness or pain, just happiness.
So I reached down and kissed your face and gave you my last caress.
As your eyes closed you had a smile upon your precious lips,
And I held you close and kissed your hands and tiny fingertips.

No more would we play games nor laugh when we took a fall,
Because God has you in heaven, where you stand proud and tall.
Someday I'll see you, and hold you close to me once again.
With tears and heart break, I send my mother love to you 'til then.

~ Norma Cornett Marek ~
© August 19, 2001