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Poem written for my mother's funeral. |
| As I Watched You Sleeping... I became so aware Of angels all about you Watching and waiting; Your appointed hour drew near. The brightness of their light Filled every corner of the room. I could feel their presence strongly and smell their sweet perfume. They had come to take you home Where streets are paved with gold. There your eyes will see again, And you will never be alone. I miss you so much, dear mama. But the day will soon be here When we will be united and Have nothing left to fear. |