Precious and few are the memories of you You have been there for me that is true Where do I go from here Heaven, for you is very near How do I cope, I know there is hope You are so very dear Precious and few are the loving years we have shared I was your little baby, I belonged to you You helped me through the life I knew God planned when He created me To give me a father, who would help me see When you die, I will look for a little butterfly Take me flying with you please So we can see all the beauty, God's love, come to be Precious and few, are those we must let go From the world and the life we know When I watch you fly in the air To heaven you go, with my love I have shared Tell The Lord, you did your best You, my father have need of rest. © 2005Linda Ann Henry Do you remember me The people's poet In memory of William Woodrow Henry. Everything I am or have been, I owe to my father. Those we love do not die, they only turn into butterflies. Linda Ann Henry would truly appreciate your prayers and e-mail..... [an error occurred while processing this directive] Join Our Free Newsletter First Name: Last Name: Email: MIDI precious memories Margi Harrell