From the day of conception, in humanities womb,
God sends forth his servants, to protect and secure.
They come forth in the guise, of a nurturing grace,
embellished with smiles, from a young mother’s face.
They’re hands of a father, who spends all he has in life,
just to give out of love, for his children and wife.
His labors determined, by Gods masterful plan,
for the wingless angels, must give all that they can.
Their the silent presence, of the people we’ve loved,
both here in the now, and those who’ve gone before.
Their lives a testament, of just how much they gave,
to the famlies they served, till the end of their days.
Angels quietly serving, as heaven’s glory ordained,
fraught in wingless flight, from a parenting plane.
Sacrificial giving, wrenched through unfailing love,
brought down from the heaven’s, but expressed in a hug!
Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 8/2009
This piece of poetry was written for my childhood friend. It was to be used a memorial piece at a wedding in honor of family members who were deceased and unable to celebrate in this joyful occasion. All of us can identify with having lost someone whom we loved and meant a great deal. This poem is one of celebration for those who have greatly influenced our lives. I hope you enjoy!!!