Don't be sad my children,
for I've lived a good life.
I've been your Aunt, your sister,
and my beloved's wife.
Many year's ago, he and I entered,
what we thought was paradise together.
We shared and cared but most of all,
loved all of you throughout the year's.
Now the time has come for me to tell you.
He who's image I now can see.
With stretch forth hand's.
He caught a glimpse of me.
As I grasp hold of his hand,
my previous children.
I made it to the promise land.
On my journey home was not met,
by a stranger, but met by love.
A Father's love, our Father above.