My Angel wings

 


I walked this lane a million times I know each bend and twist alike
The lane that leads to my little home
A place I lived some time alone
The gates are not stiff as it swings with ease.
My little whitewashed cottage nestled in the trees
It's dark there no there's no one home, my little red car parked in the drive
It's greener now than where I was alive
A pair of old boots lay on the mat, a now dirty bowl for my old Tom cat
No light, no fire in the grate
The grass is long, no one to cut it
Some seedlings growing in an old aluminum bucket
It's sad to see it dark and empty, much left undone and weeds are plenty
My rosary beads sit on the table I wish to use but no longer able
I had a good life, and I just got tired
My calling home was just required
No more pain or tears all washed away
My angel wings they came today