Hummels
By Linda A. Copp

I looked to my angels,
sitting there small and sweet
Wings on their backs,
shoes upon their feet.

Dresses of blue,
green, yellow and pink.
Watching my footsteps,
my thoughts fall I think.

I winked at them
and they nodded back
The sunshine had come,
 replacing the black.

And I was at peace
with my God and my friends
So, happy and warm,
 that I had to tell them.

But, they knew before me,
 and whispered to say,
Now, you go tell mom, child
be off on your way.

By Linda A. Copp 
©December 17, 1970