The Mother Of The Angels Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one look to the sky thus one see the mother of the angels for every star that one see is the angel of respect and yet every min that one see the family thus it's the mother of the angels for who fill the night air with respect and yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect but the mother of the angels of respect.

Thus for when one wish for the angel shall twinkle in once eyes yet every min that one wish the more one feel the touch of respect yet for when the blue moon raise thus the mother of the angels shall touch once heart with respect just to feel the light of the blue moon for the light of the light of life but the mother of the angels of respect.


When every rose that bloom will feel the touch respect and yet the more a rose feel the touch of respect thus one wish to feel the touch of respect the more one feel the stronger respect shall get but just to see the family for every moment that the blue moon shine the more one feel a warm smile yet the mother of the angel of respect.


The mother of the angels thus every touch of respect is like being touch by a rose that is fill with the touch of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family thus for it's the family that been filling the hearts with respect but the mother of the angels of respect.