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