To Become An Angel

I held his hand tightly
I held his hand long
I knew he was leaving
soon he would be gone

He received a message
they whispered in his ear
you are going to heaven
my precious child dear

So he left us
now he is asleep
we feel sad and lonely
he told us not to weep

little angel

By Floreann Cawley

© 2001 Floreann Cawley (All rights reserved)

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