In a tender red corner of my heart
Beats a memory that will never depart.
Of two tiny boys born much too soon
Becoming angels once free of their cocoon.
Leaving behind torn hearts and swollen eyes
All around them searching desperately for whys.
Precious angels with wings of white doves
Soaring into God’s sweet embrace above.
Always to be loved no matter the years
They flutter their wings to dry our tears.
Little beacons of light, they guide our way
At their parents’ side they’ll forever stay.
Never to be forgotten, they twinkle and smile
Sparkling dust from their wings all the while.
Upon two sisters, devotion they bestow
For becoming angels, love is all they know.
-Jane Sanders