Where Her Spirit Fled

      Once a body with a breath of life
The Doctors reported she was dead
Instantly the tears began to fall
Though knowing where her spirit fled

From a life of abuse, she now
Sleeps in peace in her best bed
During her days she watches over us
From the place where her spirit fled

She always believed in Angels
And in the Bible stories she read
Now she’s one of them
In the place where her spirit fled

She always loved spring and
Winter she would always dread
I know she’s loved and it’s always
Spring in the place where her spirit fled

A Butterfly Angel forever fluttering near a
Rainbow of purple, green, yellow, and red
In a meadow of vibrant flowers sending
Her love from Where Her Spirit Fled

Written By:Charles Kean
01/12/2025
Dedicated to my mother
Norma.
They say only the good die young
Died of Cancer at the young age of 59
Title is (Borrowed from Emma with permission)