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A Pair Of Angel Wings

They carved his name

Into the cold marble wall,

They hung his picture

So proudly in the hall.

The folded flag

From his burying day,

His mother gently caressed,

Then safely packed away.

His shiny boots are silent,

No longer echoing in the hall,

Their steps silenced,

By that final call.

His badge now rests

Near his old teddy bear,

With his baseball glove,

And some silky strands of baby hair.

He traded his badge

For a pair of angel wings,

The screams of a siren

For the songs that angels sing.

He rests in the hand of God,

Warmed by heaven’s light,

Watched over by angels,

Through God’s eternal night.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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