BRIGHT ANGEL

By Dorothy E. Rawson

She tarried here for such a little while,

This wee bright angel with the golden hair.

God could not spare her longer from His side,

And so He stooped and whispered, "Baby dear,

Come home, We miss you so, We need you now;"

And hearing Him, her blue eyes sweetly smiled,

As angels sped on joyful wings to greet

The blameless spirit of a little child

On November 19, 1998, my beloved mother, Dorothy Rawson, went to meet those same

angels, as they sped on joyful wings to greet her beautiful 91-year-old spirit. We shall

miss you sorely, Mama.

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