One February evening back in nineteen twenty two
Reluctantly the angels gave the world the gift of you
For so long they had pondered, the proper dynasty
The union of an angel with the perfect family

There always is a special one, exalted by the rest
A purest, kindest, gentlest soul, avowed to be the best
And though a forfeit you would be, they had to contemplate
That soon someone would need you and they shouldn’t hesitate


 

Then at that very moment as they studied destiny
They looked into the future and they caught a glimpse of me
And from that observation, they could somehow understand
One day I’d need the comfort of a special mother’s hand

So silently they whispered right into your mother’s heart
“We have no greater gift to give, unto you we impart
This very special offering, someday to be the one
To send us four more angels when their lives on earth are done
In every day you spend with her, we silently survey
Gentle spirits guide you -- she will follow in your way.”


 

Then tenderly they placed you in the womb of someone who
Would love you in that special way you’d been accustomed to
She taught you as the angels had instructed, and she knew
A greater love she could not give, than the one she’d given you

And so it was for many years, until the day had come
Your mother joined the angels in that place they sent you from
Many tears would fall because you’d miss her every day
But yet you seemed to comprehend, it had to be this way

And now you are a woman and someone shares your heart
Soon the custom will repeat, a family soon will start
Envisioned by the angels, four children there would be
Two daughters and two sons were born. One of them was me

And through the years we honored you, we all just seemed to know
That rare and precious was this gift, the Heavens did bestow
A mother of perfection, a love beyond compare
The answer to a daughter’s plea, a heart’s unspoken prayer
 

And now those very angels that imparted you that day
Relinquish you of earthly toils, they’ve taken you away
I stand here at your headstone, your poem in my hand
A message of a daughters love, in hopes you’d understand

How very much you mean to me, and how I miss you so
And how there are so many things I didn’t let you know
You touched my life in many ways that most could not construe
The day you left you took along a part of me with you


 

And mother as I read to you, please try to realize
Some parts are very hard to see, and I apologize
I couldn’t fight the teardrops as the memories I found
And many fell upon these words, as each was written down

If only given one more chance, one thought to tell you of
To help you understand the depth, of this your daughter’s love
I think that you could measure, the fullness of my heart
Please listen closely Mother, I’ve memorized this part

If you had been available, when God would choose the one
Immaculate conception, a mother for His Son
I know he would have chosen you, and selfish this might be
Oh how I thank the angels for reserving you for me

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