Look up to the sky. Now tell me what you see. A cloud, the moon, possibly the sun. Many answers there will be. When I look up to the sky, I'll tell you what I see. I see my mother, And she's looking back at me. She tells me she didn't want to leave us, But it was time for her to depart. It was the hardest thing she had to do, And it's breaking her heart. She tells me we mustn't be sad Because finally she's pain free. She's found her place in heaven Underneath a blossom tree. She'll always be there to guide us When we feel we've lost the way. She'll always be there to comfort us And wipe those tears away. She'll always be there to share our joy And laugh at the jokes we make. In order to feel her presence, Only a little imagination it'll take. She may be in the form of a butterfly Or simply a floating feather Or hovering over like a busy bee Or simply part of the weather. If I want to see her, all I have to do Is look up to the sky. And remember she’s there flying high. -Carol Bodenham