Little Angel

Sweet little Angel soft, frail an angel in every detail. A face of innocence, she portrayed, so soon, so soon to fade away. She quietly sat, smiled as she wrote, a thoughtful, precious note. Her thoughts were free, I was thrilled they were of me. Momma was not one to stay at home, Always running, always on the roam. Her face filled with many questions, I wish I had answers or suggestions A little girl who had much love, From Granma, Granpa, Daddy and more., Yet longed for the love that was not in store. Love from a Mother who walked out the door. A time will come one day, far from now, a time when Mom will take her bow. It may be too late, to penetrate, the heart of a little girl she made to wait. (2005)