Angels forever, thats what we now call them.
Our children; our babies, a teen, or an adult.
Angels forever, thats how we now see them.
As loss, pain and fear are agonies so difficult.
But as angels forever, thats what they'll be.
Our children, or babies, now with angels wings.
Of silver or gold like the halos on their heads.
Our angels forever, with the comfort they bring.
To us, their moms and dads, as on earth we remain.
Until, we cross over to see our angels again.
Our work isn't over, our jobs aren't through.
Until the big guy calls us, we remain on his crew.
So carry our load, "although heavy" , we do.
To see our angels forever, on that glorious day.
And "rippling good", we'll pay our dues.
As we become, "angels forever", in the earthly way.
By Shirley M.
6-14-2007
Home
Happy 4th of July Mark, we love you.
Mom and Dad