She Will Be Happy

C oming through the gates

I see happiness, light radiates.

O ne thing stands out to me now;

an angel that seems sad some how.

U nder a shade tree she sits and cries;

oh how sad the tears look flowing from her eyes.

R avished and pale her wings look;

feathers are missing as if lost or took.

“T here..there sweet little angel, don’t cry;

why are you so sad in this kingdom in the sky?”

“N umb I felt as she looked upon me with a smile;

she said, “My time on earth was rough, the devil was vile.”

“E very one I love is here with me;

although I cry, I’m so happy, under this tree.”

“Y our so kind to come here and talk for a while;

being there for others is how I made it.” She left with a smile.

Randy McGee March 20, 2000