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By The Love Dog Submitted by Harmonica Date: 2003 Nov 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.24.13.08.25828]] |
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The Angels of Cedar Street My aunts were the angels who guided me through life Their love nurtured me in almost every way Their touch started in their beautiful hearts Almost as if their hands could beat Their life was the love of family And of their children they counted many Their sister's son their brother's daughter They asked nothing from life but health and peace And just like the world in which they lived Some of them knew these gifts only in the moments But they were stolen with time They spoke to you often of life's lessons and sorrows Aunt Martha don't do that Aunt Mary's so tired Aunt Betty's so sad Aunt Angie the glue of the younger one Keeping them together On Summer nights on Cedar Street they met On the backyard porch Juwan's garden bursting in color The warm quiet nights pierced by the man On the railroad loudspeaker Maybe one of their brothers was working that night They spoke in Italian so we couldn't know Who was the topic of their chatter They were a secret society of angels these sisters four And they were to each other What each of them was looking for Martha the meek the kind and the sweet Mary the weak the faithful the small Betty the spoon always to stir the pot The proud and ever so loyal one Angie the stronghearted So frail in health so much kindness So little time to spend Angels amazing all four were they I miss them so like it was just yesterday |