~~ My Family of Angels ~~
Being born into a family of eight
Doesn’t always make family so great
Into this family our lives were procured
Times were rough, but we all endured.
Sometimes I think just only one brother
To share things with like I could no other
We’d play baseball, and fishing we’d go
Best friends we’d be if one was feeling low.
Or maybe a little sister or two I suppose
To pull their pigtails and tweak their nose
And like no other I’d guard them today
The role of big brother I’d proudly play.
But both these options are gone you see
For all my siblings were older than me
Once we were eight, now we’re only four
And on this earth, four of us are no more.
But we’ll all be together again I pray
For where they are, we’ll all be someday
With our Mother in the Clouds on high
On Angel wings, as Angels we’ll fly.
© Ralph Cotton ~ 8th December 2003
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This candle glows in loving memory of our friends and
loved ones who have gone home to heaven.
We will all meet again one day when it comes our time
to go home to God.
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