THE GOLDEN DOOR

Your mother was like the sunshine,
My dad would often say,
Yes, I can still remember her,
As if it were yesterday.
I remember the day I first met her,
Like a fairy tale or a dream,
She was the perfect woman,
One like I'd never seen.
We loved eachother truly,
And what a wonderful life,
The day I met your mother,
The day she became my wife.
Then one day she had to leave us,
And serve with God above,
But cry not for your mother,
For she lives on--with our love.
My dad is very lonely,
But we will grieve no more,
For we will meet my mother,
And unite at the Golden Door.