When the angels created
you they danced
They sang and played
with you constantly
They laughed with you and had a smile
on their faces all day
They held you tenderly in their arms
while you slept
The day you left them to be born
They cried sorrowful cries
that echoed heaven
They mourn for your return, but
they're in no hurry
They're used to waiting
copyright 2006
© Sarah Stites
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