It was cold out side.
The day the old man died.
He died so peacefully in his sleep,
it made it hard for his widow to weep.

She placed her hand so gently on his, as she whispered,
"I know he is better off now where he is"

She looked up towards to sky and asked,
"God, please take care of my husband untill I die".

"I know I will be up there soon enough,
So save my place next to him, in the world above".