Becoming An Angel Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking turns twisting around in a swing of childhood.

Listening to yesterday's calls to come home and
remembering the safety that was attached to that tone
of voice.

Being secretly attuned to that particular voice of a
mother's love.

Sounding echoes reverberate from the heavens where she
is now living.

Watching me as I've grown, becoming now, a senior
citizen and aging soon into a cocoon, dying within and
flowing into heaven, becoming an angel just like my
mother so many years ago.

Tears being spent in a quiet sorrow, missing her, yet
knowing too, that family will be missing me also.
Tears stringing down my face, holding onto the ones I
love the most.