I looked to my angels,
sitting there small and sweet
Wings on their backs,
shoes upon their feet.

Dresses of blue,
green, yellow and pink.
Watching my footsteps,
my thoughts fall I think.

I winked at them
and they nodded back
The sunshine had come,
 replacing the black.

And I was at peace
with my God and my friends
So, happy and warm,
 that I had to tell them.

But, they knew before me,
 and whispered to say,
Now, you go tell mom, child
be off on your way.

December 17, 1970
By Linda A. Copp ©