When the angels created you they danced
They sang and played with you constantly
They laughed with you and had a smile on
their faces all day
They held you tenderly in their arms
while you slept
The day you left them to be born
They cried sorrowful cries that echoed
heaven
They mourn for your return, but they're in
no hurry
They're used to waiting
copyright 2006
© Sarah Stites
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