Angels come in many forms
Their guidance to impart.
They help in ways unseen to most.
They gladden every heart.
The three Black Angels
We know and love
Are our Golden Girls
High risen above,
From all earthly trials and traumas.
Your pain and suffering here is done.
You fly the heavens in joy and bliss,
And you help us all and one.
The pain of losing you to levels beyond our touch,
Is soothed by our inner knowing sight
That you glide through Silver moonbeams
And shimmering Black and Golden Light
And come the day our precious girls
When the Golden gong does sound,
Together again we all will be,
As the circle turns around.
Animal Logic 
This is so sweet. I’m sorry for your loss.
Thank you so much; I always say there is no real parting, just communication on different levels, and Love Eternal, though it truly is so hard! X