January 9, 2006
Sweet

November is the sweetest month
From which an angel comes.
The memories are healed
With a tender hand of silk.
On this day he was born
And on this day promises fulfilled.
Till death do we begin, he said,
You will become my angel too.
Sweet like the month of which I came,
Always to care and work,
Always to be and love,
The kindness of my birth.