This is a poem that I found in a book. My great Grandma dies Easter Sunday and I loved her very much and this poem reminded me of how I feel now that she is gone. I don't know who wrote it. But it is beautiful.
Fly away to the angels,
fly away and be free.
Let your soul be at peace now;
will you look down on me?
Are you numb or alone,
can you hear when I speak?
Are you happy or sad,
do you feel, do you see?
I can't understand
how it was for you.
Were you scared, did you cry?
Now I'm crying, too.
It was just yesterday-
you entered my mind.
I wondered how you were,
I remembered our times...
You could have come to me,
though I'm sure you didn't know.
I would have been there,
tried to soften the blow.
I can't believe that you're gone,
I read all your old letters.
You were sweet, loving, and kind,
And that's what I'll remember.
So fly away to the angels,
fly with them and be free.
Let your soul be at peace now,
don't forget about me. heart
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