TIME FOR ANGELS

It is the first day of November.
The time for angels. All Saints Day;
When folk throughout the world remember
Their loved ones, who have passed away-
When evil has been overcome
All Hallows Eve has gone at last,
The chill winds blow, and everyone
Knows Advent’s now approaching fast.

But in this family, we remember
With thoughts of love and sorrow deep -
An All Saints child, born First November
Who two years later, fell asleep.
After having fun on Bonfire night
She went quite happily to her bed
Not knowing her home was alight.
Died from the smoke the doctor said.

Still we remember, each November
How firefighters broke down in tears
When they found this child so small and tender
In deathly sleep, at just two years.
They saved two brothers; a sister too
But Heaven was one angel short.
There was nothing these brave men could do
No matter how hard they had fought.

Next day they found her Birthday cards
Still hanging on the blackened wall;
They took them down, it was so hard -
She’d been so lovely, smart and small.
Now each and every sixth November
We send rockets to the sky again
To let her know we still remember
The angel that is Sarah Jane.