Three Angels
I believe in angels, they're here on earth, I know,
I saw them at the bedside of the mother they love so.
They had no golden halo; No fluffy, feathery wings,
But stood there in the form of mortal human beings.
They gently stroked her fevered brow,
With heads bent sadly low;
Knowing all the while, with breaking hearts,
Her time had come to go.
Yes, I knew the three were angels,
And that God had put them there;
For just the day this time would come,
That only they could share.
How sweet to watch the three of them,
In their kind and loving ways;
Repay their precious mother,
For all their childhood days,
For her cooking and her cleaning,
And the sewing she had done;
For the love of God she taught them,
For the years and years of fun.
Oh, how I admired them,
As their task they carried through;
'Til God could send His "heavenly" angels,
To earth to tend her, too.
For those were the angels, who whisked her soul away,
To live in God's own mansion forever and a day.
Footnote: I found this tucked away in a cookbook after Mom passed away. There were about 20 copies of it she had made. It wasn't signed, but I am pretty sure it's her work!
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