~~ 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 Please respect author copyright, do not use or copy poetry without first seeking permission from the author. Please click  HERE to contact Ralph Cotton      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.