Wednesday 9th March

Fly high my Angel
Fly high little man.
Look down from above,
Smiling if you can.

I search for you,
Looking up to the sky.
I imagine I see you,
Soaring on high.

Among the clouds,
Billowing and white,
I watch out for signs,
As you take flight.

So, fly high little man,
Now you’re pain-free.
Fly with the Angels,
Where all is carefree.

Love you forever.
Forget you never.

xxxxxxx