The newest frail Angel with wings-
Done, done with the suffering,
Now joins the clouds, and the stars above,
And until death, she knew only love.
Her family had gathered around,
To try to pin her wings to the ground;
But the earthly ties will all fall away,
When the last breath has gone, on the last day.
She was a sweet cherub, who fell down to earth,
Found her home in the sky, like a brand new birth-
Sometimes baby angels don't get to stay,
But are borne up to heaven, forever to play.
(first she was made an orphan, then a real angel, like her name,
a baby killed by a tornado in Spring of 2012)
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-207/
