I know you always wanted to be a fairy. To sprout wings and fly away. Makes sense, because you were always beautiful and lovely.
I miss you and think about you every day. I wish that you weren't gone. I wish that you were here to stay.
Blessed with a heart of gold. So soft, caring. The extent of your unending love was untold. The world lost a wondrous soul. Without you the world has grown cold.
At long last you've gotten your wish. You've gained your wings and are now free. No more pain, fear or heartache. At long last you have no more anxiety.
Now in Gods kingdom, with your new found flight you can fly free. With joy in your heart you can finally enjoy the person you were meant to be. Even in sorrow, that idea causes me to be full of glee. Maybe in my sorrow that idea is the idea that I really need. To be at piece. Knowing you are free.
With sprouted wings.
I wrote this because my sister requested I write something in memory of our mom that passed away. She knows I write alot and I hadn't written anything about her yet. I guess she wanted to see what I would come up. I really think she wanted to write one, but she doesn't think she can write good. So she asked me to instead. I think it hit the mark because she cried when she read it. Our mom passed away in May 2020. God rest her soul.