Angels

Little blond girl, age of three
Curls that reached her back
Big blue eyes with silver stars
She always smiles back.



Loving mother, died before
Father not around
Alone she sits, patiently,
A whimper for a sound

Her tears like falls of water
Dripping like the rain
She holds the picture in her palm
Hiding the worst pain

No one notices the salty tears
Or hears her breaking heart
Knowing sadness way too soon,
Knowing the worst part

Her mommy gone, her daddy left
She feels she might as well
Try to raise her hopes again
Equal to before she fell

Stars glimmer all night long
She sees with open eyes
Feeling her whole painful past
Knowing of the lies

Though her heart may know the truth,
A wish escapes her mind
One she’ll find out, doesn’t work
She’ll know this over time.

For now her mind of only three
And past of maybe ten
She closes her eyes, very tight
And wishes over again

With an opening blink, she sees,
A falling star pass by
Her wish could be answered soon
For falling stars don’t lie.

The room is suddenly still
Light floods on the floor.
Her heart pumps very hard
And the hope she stored.

A lovely figure forms fast
And in a second disappears.
Her tiny knees hit the floor
Followed by her tears.

So close she came and yet so far.
She feels the unfairness too
Her heart jumped up and shattered
Her life seems to be through.

But then again, a light appeared.
Out of nowhere so it seems
A beautiful young woman comes
Her tears fall out in streams.

Holding out her loving arms,
The three-year-old runs for
She missed her mother very much
She missed this even more.

But, seconds pass, away the light
She stands stiff as stone.
But, for reasons, far beyond belief
She doesn’t feel alone.

Her knowledge of pain, far from three
She understands all this.
She’ll move on happier with her life,
But mother, she’ll still miss.

~ Beth porter ~

Thanks to my daughter...for the poem.
Great job Hon!