By Allison Morgan

THE Angels are here,
I heard my Dad say.
There are three on the roof
Their not leaving today.
There is one very tall one
And one to each side,
Could they possibly be my guides?
Go and get my glasses so I can see.
I think the angels Are here for me.
Though IM afraid,I will go even though
I know You will be missing me so.
I need a white balloon that I can ride.
To fly with the angels Across the sky.
Remember I Love You, And it was all not in vain.
My name has been written And gone is my pain.

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