Joey and Rory-Waltz of the angels…

 The waltz of the angels…

I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me.
In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till we can’t no-more.
I know in heaven, kind people are waiting for their soldier boy.

Today, old age had found me, feet tire, back hurt and the grandchildren in the yard playing.
I go outside and we dance in the Fall leaves. I look to the blue sky, I pray to the warm sun, I hope, I am making you proud.

I miss you and one day soon, at the great dance in paradise. I will waltz with the angels again.

    Dancing Coyote