Our littlest angel has flown like a dove
To live with Jesus forever above
And in our hearts, he will stay
Till on earth our last day.
                                     By: Connie Hopkins

When your sitting in the evening
And you catch yourself a listening
To a Mocking bird singing his songs

You realize what you missing
Cause you hardly ever listen
To a Mocking bird singing his songs.
             By: Connie Hopkins

Little-Bitty Humming bird flying all around
Drinking from the flowers that grow in leaps and bounds
Your small and cute, but like a bee
You move so fast I can't see
A boy or girl, I do not know
Your here, then there and away you go!
                                              By: Connie Hopkins

Now we've gone and done it
It's as permanent as can be
We went and tied that knot
I guess love's stuck with you and me.
                                             By: Connie Hopkins

Life drifts from day to day
At times it is bright
At times it is dark
Tomorrow we expect
But it may or may not come
This is life for some
Hanging by a thread
Oh, how you pray it is strong
For if not life is gone.
                                            By: Connie Hopkins

Tree of color as if in bloom
You and I know its colors of doom
For when they are gone you are so bare
Your colors are gone, your limbs are there
Now on the ground your colors will lay
Until the winds of time blow them away
                               By: Connie Hopkins

Flowers of spring look what you bring
Your pedals so soft and colors so bright
They are small and tender
Yet look what they render
Some smell so sweet
You'll always remember
Some spread out like carpets on the ground
They might even climb on a limb
Some even sit high on their stem
With bright colored centers
Pointed straight toward the sky
What ever the color, smell or size
With God's love each spring they will rise
Some even close at night
Just to reopen, what a beautiful sight.
                                       By: Connie Hopkins