Angel Dust

We’ve found it on the newborns Where it stays for a short while We have tried to analyze it, But we cannot get a pile Big enough for a good sample, We can only make a guess Some have said it’s angel dust Falling from a wing or dress. If you see a ray of sunshine Coming through the window pane, You will see its full of bright dust. Perhaps you try some to obtain. You will find it’s moving too fast And you come up empty handed. Each speck wiggles like an eel. Fishing for it, you can’t land it. I have my own pet idea You may laugh, I do not care. And I will listen most politely To any theory you share. I think it’s dusted on the infants, For protection on this Earth. It’s a souvenir of Heaven Babies bring us at their birth. By: Joyce Johnson 10/15/12