In memory of my daughter Brenda Ilene Johnson on her birthday, Aug. 24
When I look up in the sky
I see a pair of wings go by, It is an angel I see.
Through the clouds,
she smiles at me
and I see her pretty face,
I know it is Brenda watching over me.
My arms long to hold her next to me but that
is a dream that never can be.
The Angel waves and continues on her way
so it is without her I will face my day.
I can only remember her in my heart
with love and memories
I love you always, Mom