~PRECIOUS
ANGELS~
POETRY
WEB SITE
DEDICATED
TO THE MEMORY
OF
MY DAUGHTER:
~COURTNEY
RAE FINN~
BORN
SLEEPING WITH THE ANGELS
ON
THE: 19TH MARCH 1999
~THE HARPS THEY ARE
A CALLING~
Our Angles are a coming
I hear them, they
are near
The sounds of there
music
Is magic to my ear.
There music is a melody
That will not surpass
Cause the harps that
they use
Are made of fragile
glass.
Cause if the harps
Were to ever break
That would mean we
would no longer hear
That special music
that they whisper in my ear.
The harps they are
a singing
So loud, it is clear
I love that sound
a ringing in my ear
Cause it brings our
Angels oh so near.
Copyright
©Cheryle-Anne Finn
16
July 2005
Australia
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~THE
WALL OF HOPE~
"IN
GOD'S HANDS"
~GOD'S
LITTLEST ANGELS~
~COURTNEY
RAE FINN~
~REMEMBERING
CALENDAR~
~REMEMBERING
MARCH~
