Brooklyn Mackenzie Barnett

Little Angel

I was given an angel to cherish and love,
So tiny, so perfect, a gift from above.
When I looked at her face it was calmness I found
And that peace seemed to spread to all she was around.
Her love touched my heart like fine threads of spun gold
And I thanked God for giving this angel to hold.
But I did not know then that time was my foe
And too soon, with a whisper, my angel would go.
My heart almost breaking, a touch soft as lace
Seemed to wipe at the hurt as it coursed down my face.
I still have my angel to cherish and love,
Those gold threads now shimmer from the Heaven above.
And though I can’t see her or cuddle her tight,
I won’t say goodbye, Little Angel, goodnight.