Magic In The Valley

A special voice had called me to the valley for awhile

I had driven with the laundry for my Dad with a sad smile

Mom had gone on over with the angels sweet  you see

And  all that there was left that day was the quilt she’d given me.

I’d hung it on the line for the wind was gently strong

I stood there on the lawn with my Dad as it hung

Then I looked to see the rainbows in the sky placed there for us

And we marveled at the two of them, they brought a sacred hush.

I examined the quilt pattern of red and pink and white

And I saw her face then shining, as in a special light

Her smile was in the centre, it gave a tender glow

And I knew then she was watching us, way down here below.

How could I repay her for all she’d done for me

How could I let her know, how could she ever see?

But then I saw the teardrop which on the quilt had left a trace

And I wept for the the magic in that Beaver Valley place.

Her tears had brought a happiness, ‘twas in that sacred glow

The rainbows stayed there in the sky, ‘til the sun had slipped low

The autumn leaves were lit with a blaze that burned in me

And I drove away with certainty, and I knew that she could see. 

  with love to my Mom and Dad

                                                                                          and to my Beaver Valley home

                                                                                                          cailin raine