By Brighton Meservy
Presented to Mike Meservy on Christmas Day 2002
On a cold night in winter
The snow starts to fall
You look up in the sky
Where the moon starts to crawl
It reflects on a house
That silently sits
And this house held a person
It will never forget
There’s a tree through the window
It’s lights make it shine
Where a father is sitting
His youngest is nine
With a quick glance toward him
There’s a tear in his eye
You start to wonder
What could make this man cry
All over the wall
There stands family pictures
Or decorations for Christmas
And all kinds of scriptures
You see into this man
And you see why he’s weeping
Why he’s up so late at night
When he could be sleeping
You look and you see that
His wonderful wife
Is needed in heaven
So has left her earth life
He thinks of how he
Will get through this trial
He can’t keep the house
from becoming huge piles
He sits and he wonders
And you see in his thoughts
That he is thinking of
All the good that she taught
For example her music
Which was always made clear
To be passed to her children
Who she loved so dear
She was also a leader
Of all kinds of youth
Which made her quite perfect
I’m not stretching the truth
The man as he’s thinking
‘Bout all of these things
Is reminded of Jesus
The king of all kings
He suffered for all
In Gethsemane
And died on a cross
On the hill calvary
He did all of this
So that we could come back
And live with him there
With our families intact
My mom is in heaven
She’s waiting and waiting
The time when we’ll be there
She’s anticipating
Her talents were many
And her faults were few
Who’s happy in heaven
My mom is that’s who
The key to this poem
Is uplifting because
We should speak in the present
Say she is not she was