Come hear us call,
Michael and Allan
And Robert and me.

I know that you think
I'm as tiny can be,
But mom I have grown
Just as a great tree.

I can talk, I can walk
I'm as smart as can be.
I know you'd be just
Plenty proud of me.

My brothers, my uncles
And others with me
Heavens Blue Angels are
Flying and free.

Just as a bird with it's
Feathers you see,
All of us family
Together will be.

With not our names
But with our spirits we speak.
We are not loud,
But humble and meak.

The angels told me
And the angels tell you,
All that you need
To know that is true .

Time is eternal
Time does not cease.
Be not afraid
Have comfort, have peace.

For your not alone
And you never will be.
We all live forever
In eternity.

Love has no end
With God's Grace shed on thee.

It's in the stillness and
Silence you hear,
That's when you have nothing
Ever to fear.

So mom, hear my spirit
All grown and all free
This is how God wants
us each, forever to be.

Written by Diane King

for Jaynee Motes in memory
of our
Children in Heaven.