Providence

This pen is perfect

This  paper’s been in my pocket

All  month, just begging for ink

I guess providence allows

I was just thinking

Have  I been true and told you when

I’m  gone, I’ll still be right by your side?

Please don’t ask me how I know

Free  from the ones

Who taught me to keep looking backwards

The beat of my heart tells me someday I’ll be home

The pain will always want to show it’s face and I’ll be waiting

With  open arms

It’s had its place with me all along

I wanted you to know, I’ll be ready when I go

And I cross my heart

Having you here at the same time on this earth

Has been my honor, dear