The angels come as silently
As hushed whispers touch the sky
They smooth our course and ready us
And soothe our loved ones as they cry
They line the halls with sequined wings
And raise the blinds to show the sun
They gently stroke our tearstained cheeks
Caressing us as though we're one
One Angel In The Room that day
Was all of this and so much more
‘Twas not an end but life anew
With many wondrous things in store
An angel is a caretaker, a son
A child, a friend
Who needn't say a single word
For this is surely not the end
I saw an Angel In The Room
Not in the hall or ceiling
In front of me, a woman of grace
Who felt what we were feeling
This angel put her family first
Her love so overflowing
Her exit planned to lessen blows
As though she were not going
The brightest Angel In the Room
The one for whom we weep
Has joined her husband and her son
Whose memories we keep
In Loving Memory of
Lorene Ivy Wherry
[1912 - 2008]
(12-8-2008)
©2012 All Rights Reserved
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