Free

I hear your voice in the summer air,
dooking free without a care.
I cried the day let you go,
but that was then, and now I know.

Before you left, I'd get so mad,
that you'd leave me and all we had.
But then my heart called out to me,
He's not to leave, he's being set free.

Free of all the earthly pain,
free of illness, whole again.
Happy, healthy, that's the way,
your precious love will spend his day.

Do not cry when he is gone,
He's flying high, next to the sun..
He's free, he's earned his angel wings,
he's free at last, and his heart sings!

Sue Pyron
8/23/13

[Posted in FML 7886]