God sent an angel just for me,
his little face so dear.
When my heart could fight no more.
I'd turn around and there I'd find.
Fella standing at my door.
He never spoke a word to me,
In language that we know.
But my heart understood every word.
A little kiss upon my hand.
Left God's morning glow.
I still see the tail that wagged so strong.
when I. . . he did see.
This page is for you, dear trusted friend.
God Bless your memory.

Written for Mom and Fella
May 3, 2000
Doreen