Monday, January 26, 2004
I wrote this poem in July of 2002 after my third miscarriage:
My Angel
Nobody knows where ‘they’ come from
but everyone knows ‘they’ are there.
A figment of your imagination
or flying in the air.
They bring a sense of peace
to know you’re not alone
and fill your heart with warmth,
as you are never on your own.
For the babies I have lost
became angels for us all.
To bring us peace and warmth
and guide us when we fall.
I feel proud to know
my angels are there for you.
To think about my angels
and the wonderful things they will do.
After all that I have given,
I have one thing left to pray,
God please let me keep
an angel, here with me, one day.
In loving memory of my angels, Avery, Jamie, Little G and Ryen.
E.C. Johnson
Nobody knows where ‘they’ come from
but everyone knows ‘they’ are there.
A figment of your imagination
or flying in the air.
They bring a sense of peace
to know you’re not alone
and fill your heart with warmth,
as you are never on your own.
For the babies I have lost
became angels for us all.
To bring us peace and warmth
and guide us when we fall.
I feel proud to know
my angels are there for you.
To think about my angels
and the wonderful things they will do.
After all that I have given,
I have one thing left to pray,
God please let me keep
an angel, here with me, one day.
In loving memory of my angels, Avery, Jamie, Little G and Ryen.
E.C. Johnson
