My mom quite often spoke of angels
Blessing us from their holy bethels
As if they’d been her life’s truest friends
Possessing great skills making amends.
Truly she loved their heavenly ways
Frequently singing hymns in their praise
And speaking with God, as I recall
From early rising till even’s fall.
I miss her sweet voice, she loved to sing
Angels can hear her songs echoing !
Claire V. Bogdanos 