Angel Poem

Sometimes, when Bec was younger and wanted a good-night story and it had been a VERY long day...I just used to read this poem out to her. It was easy to remember - I just had to read it from her wall. I also made her a matching bed quilt with plain and coloured patches on, and the same appliqued angels and stars.

'A whispering of angel wings, stargatherers are on the way, little stars go home to bed, when night turns into day'.
Its nice to recall these little things, when you suddenly realise how fast they are growing up...