Monday, June 6, 2011


Many many years ago I wrote this for a young girl who had lost her mother. R.I.P.

Little Angel

For Maud

Oh little one who guides me
The one I do not see
From where did you arrive
Is what I can't decide
On wings you must have came
Through storm and sleet and rain
As long as you are near
I know I'll never fear
And when I wake each day
To God I speak and say
I thank you for this angel and
I hope You'll let him stay

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