Listening
There's so many things that I wanted to say,
to tell you before you were gone.
The loss that I felt when you went away.
Not dying, just moving on.

I wanted to tell you you'd always be near me.
I didn't know where to begin.
And I wasn't quite sure if you'd even hear me.
But, angels were listening in.

I went for a walk in the park by the trees,
and I heard your laugh in the wind.
And I felt angels' wings on my face in the breeze.
And I knew they were listening in.

I asked them to keep you from being afraid
when it was time for your journey to end.
And they kept a close watch by the bed where you lay,
because angels were listening in.

And now that you're gone, your battle is through,
I still hear your voice now and then.
I look to the sky and whisper to you,
because I know now you're listening in.

In Memory of
David Nathan Turner
March 20, 2001
and
Barbara "Ma" Makarevich
April 28, 2002

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