Saturday, February 08, 2020
Becoming Angels––poem by Dorothy
Becoming Angels
Some are speaking with angels.
Others are growing wings.
And still more
are the mothers of children
who are recalling
when they lived elsewhere,
have strange memories
of other families,
husbands and wives,
when they themselves
looked different,
had different talents.
Who are these young ones,
where are they from?
Where did they learn
what they seem know?
It is as if
they have been
to a different school,
sung in a different chorus,
and we are doing our best
to understand what they
are telling us,
learning to speak this
unknown language.
Dorothy Walters
February 8, 2020
Some are speaking with angels.
Others are growing wings.
And still more
are the mothers of children
who are recalling
when they lived elsewhere,
have strange memories
of other families,
husbands and wives,
when they themselves
looked different,
had different talents.
Who are these young ones,
where are they from?
Where did they learn
what they seem know?
It is as if
they have been
to a different school,
sung in a different chorus,
and we are doing our best
to understand what they
are telling us,
learning to speak this
unknown language.
Dorothy Walters
February 8, 2020
