Sometimes I steal a little quiet time
From my often busy day,
Where I can set my mind free,
Just to wander away.
Journeying to treasured places
Which are held endeared.
Back to when we shared a life,
Before you disappeared.

I won't forget what you taught me,
It's now serving me so well.
The smiles that you wore each Christmas,
Or the stories that you'd tell.
Our talks, and the moments shared,
As well as many other things
Before God reached down and took you,
And fitted you with wings.


Now you are an angel
Looking down from above.
I won't forget our time together,
Nor will I forget the love.
To this day I still wear tears,
While you wear wings and halo.
I know that God promoted you,
But I still miss you so.



B. G. Wetherby