Softly, angelic voices reach from the past, touching mind
and heart of yesterday.
Reminders of Dad and Mom, family time together with music
at the center of our religious lives.
Holding us closely in rhythms of God's nature, we grew up
in time.
(11: 02 a.m. - 11/26/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem