In the still of the night, not a sound to be heard.
She lay in the bed like a frail little bird.
This was the night she would breath her last breath.
Her daughter by her side to hold her hand at her death.
The daughter’s love was so pure, like it was as a babe.
Now the girl wished and prayed that her mother could be saved.
But she knew God well and she knew it was mom’s time
For the end of her journey and her life was sublime.
The stairway to heaven must be paved with gold
The daughter believed this as she had been told.
A stairway filled with music and angels is what mother deserved.
The daughter thought of each moment and treasures preserved.
As mother took her last breath the daughter did weep
But tears of love and joy were those she did seek.
Time passed by and the daughter grew stronger.
Her stairway of grieving was a stairway no longer.
She met each new day with a smile on her face.
Her journey of healing at last had it’s own place.
It was a memory now, still painful and yet
She could find her joy in life again and the pain she could forget.