I think I posted this before, but I am posting it again for a reason.
I wrote this poem years ago, and a friend of my husband put it to music. I tried to write it as if it were coming from a small child. This child lost his mother, and you could see the pain in his face. Seeing that, I wrote the poem.
Now, tomorrow, there is a Memorial Service for a father who leaves behind four young daughters.
They lost their mother in January, and now their father in almost the same way. It is all so sad, and mostly because of stupidity.
I ask that tomorrow morning you say a prayer for the four girls and their parents.
Now they must be like the hummingbird. They can look back at their past, but not dwell there, and continue to go forward. They have a strong large family base, and that is important.
This is the song. You have to chose either Dial Up or Broadband for it to play.Heavens Gate