Little Joey

As little Joey looked up into his mommas face, He said momma don’t cry as he held her hand in such a loving embrace. He said angels have been coming and talking with me, And telling me about where I’m going I wished you could see. He told me I wouldn’t hurt anymore and that I was nearly ready to go with him, He told me his name but I couldn’t say it, I just call him angel Jim. He’s tall and he’s handsome and he dresses in white, He said he was my guardian angel and he’s here to help me battle this fight. He said for you not to worry that I would soon be okay, That I should be in paradise before the end of this day. He said to tell you that it would be just a twinkle of the eye then we would be together again, And we would both be happy for this is where life really begins. As little Joey closed his eyes and started breathing real hard, Still holding on to his mommas hand as she was praying to the Lord. And a soft peace came over little Joeys face as he drew his last breath And his momma knew he simply went home and there was no sting as little Joey met death. Fictional Write