Cheribs live with me.  How I treasure them.   So full of light and glee...precious more than any gem.

Angels have happy faces. They jump in my lap with a smile, holding me for a long embraces, singing all the while.

One year is one child, and the other is three. One tender and so mild, while the others squeels happily.

They hurry to hug daddy, planting kisses on his cheek.  I love angels so dearly. How Jesus loves the meek.

My angels are from above, that much I surely know.  They are pure and full of love, and forever make me glow.

These are our children. Savannah and Suzie