Sweet Angel of Mine
By: Joi Maree Flowers
Night falls
And my eyes close to sleep
It is there in a dream
That again we meet
That I see your eyes
Your smile
Your presence
A moment to cherish
At a time sporadic
Before dawn to perish
Greeting with hugs
And kissed cheeks
And singing songs from your book of Hymns
That was passed down to me
"Amazing grace,
How sweet the sound..."
How sweet the sound of your voice
To hear when you come around
In the space of our special place
Which only our presence grace
Where hours of time are spent
Together
Until the moment begins to fade
Then
I awake
But
You continue to sleep
Under a green field
Surrounded by
Bloomed flowers
Shaded trees
And your love
My Grandfather
