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.
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