Angel
(b. 6/27/2001;
d. 7/9/2001)
Rest, my
little Angel, rest,
Cradled
safe upon my breast
While day
is dark’ning in the West;
Rest, my
little Angel, rest.
Sleep, my
little Angel, sleep,
Death’s
shadow ever closer creeps;
You were
never mine to keep,
Sleep,
my little Angel, sleep.
Dream,
my little Angel, dream,
God sent
down a Heavenly beam
And touched
you with a patch of cream;
Dream,
my little Angel, dream.
Wake, my
little Angel, wake,
For angels
come your soul to take
To the
Rainbow Bridge across the lake;
Wake, my
little Angel, wake.
Rise, my
little Angel, rise
On gossamer
wings into the skies,
Your Mama
waits with welcome cries;
Rise, my
little Angel, rise.
~ ©Linda
E. Newman ~
©used
with permission
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