Angel In My Pocket
This poem is a rework of an older poem that I want to dedicate to a very dear friend with all my love. She makes me smile with my heart!
Her gown it looked like gossamer
Her wings looked like sweet lace
Every line was beautiful
That he carved in her small face
He carved her hair with bangs in front
To her shoulders it hung down
He carved her mouth with tender care
To sweet to ever frown
Lashes long he carved with care
For they framed her pretty eyes
They looked like they held heaven
Brought down from bright blue skies
Her hands were shapely, beautiful
Her feet were small and sweet
He labored on her many years
His masterpiece unique
He was a master carver
He carved from old driftwood
This carving was an angel
So beautiful, so good
He didn't have a blueprint
He carved from memory sweet
This tiny little angel
She made his work complete
For she was made in memory
Of his little girl who grown
He'd keep this wooden angel
To be his very own
This one would never leave him
She's never go away
Still he prayed the real girl happy
With the life she lives today
He knows they'll be together
There around the fathers throne
When they have climbed those golden stairs
To their beatiful heavenly home.
By jollynoblefrog
© 2008 jollynoblefrog
(All rights reserved)
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