I will waltz and sing with the angels again.

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 Winter snow and cold.

I look to the blue sky,

I pray to the  sun,

I hope, I am making you proud Grandpa Jack and my mentors.

I miss you and one day soon,

at the great dance and great songs in paradise.

I will waltz  and sing with the angels again.

    Dancing  Coyote