So, through its string of heartfelt words, I gift my poem: My Little Angel.
My Little Angel, you’re gone now
Gone to a place where other Angels will show you the ropes
Learn all you can from ’em to quickly earn your wings
Sure, this old world was a destructive place to have lived
But you’re free, as free as an eagle, the sky, the moon, and the sun
No more worries, no more meds, no more fighting the toxic diseases . . .
And all those ugly things that living here does to one
My Little Angel, you’re starting life freshly anew
You have an eternal life and such a glorious life
You’re back home, from whence He sent you to me
When we were introduced, I was known as a Mommy figure
I named you, raised you, and gave you all my love
Mommies don’t really know it all, but I did the best I knew . . .
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