She always said son of a gun .
The smile on her face and in our embrace
Tells me there is a heaven with her .
If you sing you pray twice she would say .
Any time with her is a treasure
She is like an angle
Because all angles have 2 open hands .
You never have to wake up an angle
For they are always watching us .
An angel once said
You know you are poor when you go
To church and go to communion twice .
She would say faith is a gift .
When I would hear son of a gun
No matter where I would think of my special angle .
Oh Son Of A Gun !!!!!!!
By Brock
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