When My Angel Comes...

I want to be smiling

When the Angel comes,

Because I will be going

To my heavenly home.

I may be crying

When the Angel comes

Because I have to go

And leave those I love so.

You did not know my pain

Before the Angel came

and I hope you have none

Before the Angel comes.

I will see you again

After the angel comes

When you come to be with me

In our heavenly home.

by Helen Francis Reeves

This poem was written by my grandmother just before her Angel came to take her home. She went to her heavenly home on May 12, 1989. My brother and I called her "Mama Reeves". She was the mother of my father and we all miss her dearly. Mama Reeves was my connection to my feminimity due to the fact that I was quite the tomboy growing up. I was out playing kickball, riding bikes, playing football(more on that later), climbing trees with my cousins at Bebe's house(grandmother), but definitely not playing with dolls like most little girls do. Mama Reeves was a very delicate, fragile, fashionable, strong willed and woman of her word. Her delicacy was everything but, yet soft to the touch. Her fragility was in the manner of the way God built her, yet very strong. Her fashion sense was always prevelant in that I could just hear her say, "Honey, your hat, purse and shoes should always match!! And then on Sunday's, you should add gloves!" Her strong will was always present in that fact that you take care of business and just get things done. Her word was just that...she knew it wasn't The Gospel because she knew that belonged to Him, but it was ever present when she stood by Papa throughout hard times and good times. We are all made up of the different people in our lives and my part of Mama Reeves that I am made consist of...stopping and smelling the roses, believing, not losing sight of the good in all of the bad around us, my fair skin and brunette hair, my love of big band music, the love of the ocean and being ME. I believe we all have guardian angels watching out for us and I trully believe that mine is Mama Reeves! I miss her!! My heart hurts because she is not here to enjoy her great grandchildren where she would impose upon them her delicacy, fragility, fashion, strong will and her word. To all of you who have lost a grandparent/s or family member...May God Bless You!!!

It's a beautiful day...stop and smell the coffee : )

With Love, Sherry

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