A Difference

We are strong in some things
And weak in another;
We are not all alike,
There is a difference in brothers.

Mildred and Marie

The night was still,
No sounds could be heard,
But soon came voices
Sweet as a bird.

I arose from my bed
To find who it could be.
’Twas my deceased sisters,
Mildred and Marie.

Oh! how beautiful
Was their golden wings,
With music in their voices
That the living can’t sing.

They told of the heavens
So sweetly to me,
And tell mother you were visited
By Mildred and Marie.