Patches in Heaven

Patches in Heaven

A memory of thought comes to visit
As I lay in my bed late at night
Of mama alone in the kitchen
Mending clothes by a little oil light
She sewed till her fingers were swollen
Till she couldn't keep sleep from her eyes
Then daddy would go in and wake her
He'd kiss her and I'd hear him sigh

There won't be any patches in heaven
You'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair
And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done
Mom you'll be, the best dressed angel there

I was the oldest of seven
So I was the first to leave home
And my dreams were to buy for my mama
All the pretties that she'd never known
But the first pretty dress that I gave her
She smiled and then bowed her head
She said, "Honey the kids need these things more than I do"
And I filled with tears when she said

There won't be any patches in heaven
You'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair
And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done
Mom, you'll be the best dressed angel there