Happy Birthday Mom!

Charlie’s Lil' Angels

Tricycles and training wheels

And family trees to climb,

Mom and Dad began their walk

One angel at a time.

Up the road and ‘round the bend

They welcomed one and two;

Three was on her way

While four and five came shining through.

Who’d have known that dancing shoes,

Pigtails, pink, and pearls,

Would captivate the tender hearts

Of Charlie’s little girls.

Music ‘round the ivories,

Stories by the fire;

A batch of homemade cookies

Would become their hearts’ desire.

Now further down this pathway,

Gentle mothers they will be

And more tiny little angels will

Climb up their family tree.

While autumn winds and winter storms

May blow upon their path,

The Lord provides the sunshine

In the blissful aftermath.

One by one they’ve planted seeds

To help their tree to grow;

Today with branches full of leaves

They’ve so much love to show.

Little did they really know

What treasures they would find

When Mom and Dad began their walk

One angel at a time.

By Kristin Dahlquist Nelson