Lynn C. Price
THE FOOTSTEPS OF AN ANGEL
I walked beside my daughter as she skipped and sang her song,
‘Mommy, won’t you hurry? It’ll be dark before too long!’
How can I tell my Angel that rushing is not for me?
I want to freeze these moments for when I’ll set her free.
‘Mom, where’s my jersey and those favorite jeans I wear?’
‘Son, they’re in your closet’, as I tousled his dark brown hair.
‘Can I drive to football practice? You know I’ll be home by dark.’
With his smiles and father’s dimples, his ‘arrow’ found its mark.
Time moves ever forward, a Mom feels every year,
Smiling through her heartaches, disguising all she fears.
With a daughter away in college and a son gone off to war,
She’ll often recall markers on the roads they walked before.
She got the news last Sunday that her Mother passed away,
Driving through the night, she cried, she screamed, she prayed.
‘Lord, I know my Mama walked with You but still,
The footsteps of an Angel left holes I just can’t fill’.
God smiled on His creation, He knew she’d soon find rest,
For, a Mother’s close to Heaven with a heart that’s purely blessed.
She climbed out of the car beside her childhood home,
So many thoughts to tell her, she’d never really gone.
A life has come full circle, as the sun has rose and set,
Memories of her parents are years she won’t forget:
A Dad most kind and loving, stern and firm with faith;
A Mom who walked beside him right to Heaven’s gate.
Thumbing through old albums, reliving childhood dreams,
She’s brought out of her reverie with a phone’s incessant rings.
‘Mom, we’re almost there. Dad met us at the plane.’
Somehow she knew her ‘babies’ would make life right again.
‘Nana, watch your step! There are slimy rocks down there,
Take my hand, I’ll help you’, as she crossed the stream with care.
I couldn’t hold back tears, surrendering to her will,
The footsteps of my Angel left holes I’ll gladly fill.
©Copyright May 8, 2008 by Lynn C. Price
Author’s Note: Dedicated to all Mothers who leave their own Angel Footsteps