Comanche Warrior by Brain P. Johnson / Grandpa

Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven’s love
Past the the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this memory bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear
Don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don’t wait for me
Above the universe you’ll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won’t forget
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light

You came into this world and into my hands, I tied and severed the cord. I rubbed you gently in my hands until that precious first breath came. At that moment I knew you were mine and you had my heart.
I watched you grow more each day but littler then your siblings in every way. You were sick and we planned to fight, I studied more and more every night.
Each time I held you I got lost in those eyes, Full of wonder and surprise. You looked so sad and I always cried, What sorrow came the night you died. I realized what a precious gift as I shared your first and last breath. You have marked my life like no one before.

Comanche is sadly missed by Grandfather-Brian, Mom-Shiloh, Dad-Apache, Aunt-Dakota, Siblings-Kali/Shilo/Xena/Cherokee and Sadie, Friends-Skyeler and Phoenix.

Wait for me at “The Rainbow Bridge” with your Uncle Chayanne and cousin Whiskey. A young pup could never have better role models and gaurdians.
I will see you again and look into those baby blues, I love you so much.


My Littlest Angel,
Comanche Warrior
27, September 2002
Brain P. Johnson