This poem was written by my sister Becky and dedicated to our sister Cindy who lost her teenage son in a tragic car crash at 17 years old. We all miss Tommy Turtle affectionately thus nicknamed when he was still a child. We are so looking forward to seeing him again!
She Talks To Angels
(Becky Bogart)
She's often been seen
out on the town,
Wearing a smile or
sometimes a frown.
Some say they've seen her
talking to air,
some say she's speaking
when nobody's there.
You see some time ago
she had a son,
she laughed with,
she loved with, they were as one
For some reason GOD
made him come home,
And she is still here
sad and alone.
So now when you see her
talking to air,
It's really an angel
stroking her hair..
Don't stand and look
like she is crazy.
She is just talking
to her little baby.