THE SNOWDROPS IN YOUR HAND

You held me like a newborn child,
A blanket wrapped round tight,
You asked if I was warm enough,
And would I be all right,
My eyes were closed, but I could see
The snowdrops in your hand,
The springtime change had come too soon
For us to understand

I could smell the lilies better
Than I’d ever smelled before,
And I heard your tender kisses
As I entered heaven’s door,
The springtime change had come too soon
For us to understand,
My eyes were closed, but I could see
The snowdrops in your hand,

I felt your heart burst open wide,
A tear upon my cheek,
I knew you’d come to say goodbye,
But neither one could speak
You held me like a newborn child,
Not wanting to let go,
With your arms wrapped tight around me,
To protect me from the snow,

But winter cold was all around,
And angel voices called,
I drifted into paradise,
Those peaceful, painless halls,
And when I opened wide my eyes
Upon a springtime land,
I saw you there, right by my side,
The snowdrops in your hand,

You held me like a newborn child,
A blanket wrapped round tight,
You asked if I was warm enough,
And would I be all right,
The springtime change had come too soon,
For us to understand,
My eyes were closed but I could see
The snowdrops in you hand.

Jane Sharp