Angelic Glasses

Kings of lineage drape garments of love
- o'er their fruit-
Will they walk like you?  Will they wear your suit?
Your prayers waltz ageless, Your glasses Exquisite
Rims of rainbows foretold their happy ending 
In the night, hands are folded, a battle etiquette
Its all they have - its all you hold 
Precious diamonds in the rough with stories untold 
Angelic glasses stand guard against the foe 
Opulent are the battled rims of Nana's halo
The council of glasses show the pathway to life
Passing the glasses will not keep them from strife 
Underneath are the "Everlasting Arms" in a storm 
Angelic glasses will keep them coming home... 

With Love ~pattyb

Viggo Johansen (3 January 1851 – 18 December 1935)
A Christmas Story