by Teresa M Walker
Monday, May 21, 2012
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I wrote this poem about my first three children. Their names are in the poem incognito.
Heard angelic voices,
Out amongst the woods,
Came upon three angels,
Making music I understood.
Knowing pages of written lyrics,
Spinet, cello, wind are one,
An angel held his cupid bow,
While two doves kissed,
In bathing sun.
Flowers cascaded all around them,
Heavens wings were on their backs,
Sweet sweet music, sounds of Purest Praise,
Brought back memories of the past.
One angel with bright red hair,
Strong, beautiful, and would survive,
Dawn was her new awakening,
To this world she is alive.
Dark brown hair brought the second,
Will is tested day to day,
A carefree attitude hides true meaning,
For with him there is a way.
Grace brought the third angel,
Her voice is music to your ears,
Happy always with her many friends,
Ever loving through the years.
Chirping birds, fanning wings I heard,
Succinctly over, they were gone,
But their story doesn't end you see,
Time has made a closer bond.
(c) By Teresa Bellamy Walker
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|Reviewed by Kathy Parenteau
|This is so beautiful
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Beautiful poem and tribute to Dawn, Will and Grace...your precious angels do bond in time closer and closer giving you much pride.
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
Beautiful poem of your three sweet angels. Everloving poetry.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson
|This is a beautiful poem. I could see what yuou wrote. I truely believe angels are with us...M|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for sharing this delightful poem, Teresa. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Your poem made me smile... :) Great imagery within your poem...
I have a daughter that sounds much like your third daughter, and your poem made me think of what I tried to express when I wrote my poem "Windsongs & Wildflowers" for my daughter.
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Nice poem. I like it. Incognito? Could it by any chance be Dawn, Will and Grace? Dick|