Angels Who Are Everywhere

Which of my poems do I like more than anything? Cause people to applause and house down bring And only positive images will they all project Then like lingering disease they do try to infect. From first time you read could not ever let go Of each thought that I continually try to throw Your way to leave, feel sorry for yet appreciate And to read next pathetic poem can hardly wait. But on bottom of ocean there can be coral With bodies buried there that are mortal But soul is no longer in ocean anymore It's at heaven's gate knocking on God's door. So pleasant poem will write about this event When to be with God my father was sent And mother him and she is also now there Along with rest of angels who are everywhere. One of my mother's day poems. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran