Little Angel
Little Angel, you've got your wings.
Heaven greets you as a choir sings.
Sadness you will feel no more
as you pass through Heaven's door.
On your way, free at last.
No more pain, its in the past.
Those you have left here behind
will grieve when e'er you come to mind.
Little Angel, fly on high
as with heavy hearts we say goodbye.
for Kirsty
R.I.P.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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