My Princess And Two Angels. - Poem by Colleen Wright
My precious baby girl was born and gave me such joy
as did the birth of one, and then another, wonderful boy.
My Princess was a tiny, little, precious, rose-pink jewel.
And my life had then begun again, another fresh renewal.
My child-bearing life was then full and complete,
as now a daughter I had, and two boys, all was neat.
Her skin like the dew of a new Spring rose,
and was beautiful scent to this mother's nose.
She soon toddled and ever so happily chatted,
to her nothing in the outside world mattered.
She would smile, giggle and often laughed
as in and about her voice did echo and waft.
The ABC's of life began all too soon when to
school she went to learn 'tween black and blue.
The prettiest angel ever seen and known to some,
and most especially through the eyes of her Mum.
The years flew by as she entered High School
and people soon learned that she was no fool.
She would sing and dance and do well her work
and from anything asked, she would never shirk.
The young lads soon came to her door
they wanted to get to know her more.
However she knew just what she wanted
and would never at all be taken for granted.
All too soon she met her man and married
and they got on with their lives, never tarried.
A house, car and garden they worked hard for,
and soon the 'stork' was knocking at their door.
My precious Princess gave birth to a little girl
who came from Heaven, a precious as a pearl.
To me she was blue-eyed and soft hair of blond,
with the face of an angel, we instantly did bond.
She was given the two names of Courtney Jane,
and very soon I had naturally extended her name.
She became known to me as 'C. J, Angel Face',
and her lovely nature nobody would ever erase.
Time slipped by ever too quickly - too fast,
and soon there was another cherub's mask.
Megan Josephine, arrived on the scene
As small pink peach she was to be seen.
So then we had 'C.J Angel Face', and now
also 'Megan Peach Face', - Angels somehow.
My Princess Jewels, and her two little angels
are to me as is Christmas with Heavenly bells.
To the three Angels, loaned from God above,
I give to each my heartfelt and warmest love.
The three will always be a blessing to me
from here in this life and into our eternity.
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