Many poets, with misty eyes, have written
regarding the frost on the heather.
But, for us, there is one sight even more
beautiful to watch, and that is Heather
(age 3) asleep in her bed.
And not only Heather, but also Tammy,
Billy, and Matthew.
Whether leaping, skipping, frolicking or
sleeping, we watch them with awe. And
it is plain to us that we are watching
angels unaware. For such is the kingdom
(Written in December 1977)