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CALLING ALL ANGELS


By Vickie Lambdin ©
These are the words of a six year old;
And were mispelled intentionally.


My little boy looked up at me;
With his sad brown eyes,
Said, "momma please call God's angels,
Now, away up in the skies.

Tell them if they see daddy;
That we want him to come home,
Say, we both lub and miss him,
And, that he's been gone too wong.

He said, "momma, I'm awreddy six;
And, next month I'll be seben, P
lease call all the angels now,
Dad must come home from heaben.

I sure wish that he was here;
To help me celebrake,
So, tell the angels to talk to him,
And please say, "Don't be late!"

I looked at him through tear filled eyes;
Trying, not to sob,
I said, "son your dad can't come home now,
He's up there helping God."

CALLING ALL ANGELS
Written By Vickie Lambdin © 2001

A true poem I wrote about my sons dad: He died when
Brandon was five

song playing 'How Far Is Heaven'