My Little Angel     (Graphics : Google Images). With impish grin and cap askew he arrives at our front gate A smudge of chocolate on his cheek reveals why he is late! Satchel dragged in tired pose His little hand clutching a wilting Rose found on the roadside he strolled along He offers with love his gift to Mom *Entered in Rose's Challenge - Poets' Choice - No. 27 - 'My Little Angel'. * By Marie Shine © 2011 Marie Shine (All rights reserved)

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