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)
Melvina Germain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-angel-20/
