by Dianna K. Gleason

I’ve been told we all have one & maybe I’ve used mine up.

Lord even after all I’ve done; please let them know that you are far from done.

Take away all the tears they have cried, & when the stars come out at night,

Send three Angels to let them know everything will be all right.

Send one to my first, God knows in some ways she had it the worst. Please let her see that if it weren’t for her, there would be no me.

Let her know that all the pain put upon her tiny shoulders, were finally shed on me as she grew older. Let her know I’ve been aware of her pain, her grief, & her strife.

Please God, let her know that in my mind, she will always be one of a kind.

Send the second angel for the one I was blessed to choose.

Let her know that I knew with her I couldn’t lose.

Let her know that I believe she was meant to share a life with me.

Let her someday understand the love I have for her will never disappear.

Though she grew not in my body or under my heart, she will always be here.

Let her know I miss her hugs & kisses; and with all I’ve done wrong, I also know I must have done something right.

You of all people know she shines with a light so bright.

Send Angel number three for the boy I never expected to have.

From the first time I held him I was so beside myself.

Through all the years and tears, he has believed in me, stood by me, trusted me, and most of all he has loved me.

I know how difficult it must have been; what a little man he had to be.

Please God; For him send an extra three!

I’ve got my story God, and they have theirs too.

I know there’s one thing to be true.

All that I am, and all that I’ll ever be,

Is due only to our Angels and my three.