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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 Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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