Mothers

There’s a place they call The Bottom, and friends, I’ve been there once or twice.
It’s dark down there and lonely, and something’s missin’ in your life.


Tonight I thought I’d had enough, when I heard a voice said: ” Don’t give up!”
That whisper had an old familiar ring; I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wings.


Daddy always called her angel, I never knew the reason why.
I was looking for a halo; he was looking in her eyes.


She was always there to guide me with all the love a gentle hand could bring.
I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wings.


Now I’m looking back in time to a young man stumbling through the kitchen door.
How Mama kept on praying when she couldn’t tell me nothing any more.


I woke up in my bed again, I guess she must have tucked me in;
I can’t remember much of any thing.


I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wings.


Daddy always called her angel, I never knew the reason why.
I was looking for a halo; he was looking in her eyes.


She was always there to guide me with all the love a gentle hand could bring.
I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wings.


Now that’s why the Lord made her an angel.
I feel the comfort of her wings ….

Victor blogs at Time for Reflections. Please also visit Victor's website for more information about his books, including his free ebooks.