Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

Madrina and Her Baby Angels

Draped in diamonds like the starlit heavens 
she walks through the milky way and shines
like a burning candle in the thick of night 
She is Madrina the sky Princess of love 
her sparkling eyes of green dance soft 
beneath the blue palatial loft 
Golden voices of angels echo through the halls 
as she glides in and out of clouds wearing a Celestial shawl 
drenched with dew from God's floral garden 
Godmother to all innocents who die before their time 
she rocks their cradles and sings them lullabies 
here in a heaven where no babies die; 

Imbued diamonds on a crocheted silver dress 
she anoints their little heads then with an angel's bless,  
she takes them to her bosom and rocks them,  
All Night Long...

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Karen Jones October 15, 2021 at 8:01 PM A comfort to read of babes who passed being rocked all night long. This was quite imaginative and it is painful yet magical.

Delice Arleen Skelly September 22, 2021 at 1:48 AM So bitter-sweet but filled with an undying hope. Lovely Vie...Delice

Victor Buhagiar September 19, 2021 at 10:48 PM Absolutely euphoric, dear Vienna. I often wonder where babes fly when they die. But my conviction is they go to heavenly bliss. Hugs. Mystic Rose Rose September 21, 2021 at 11:29 AM They do indeed go to heavenly bliss Victor, God sees them as the most precious flowers in his garden. Thank you for reading :)

Evelyn Judy Buehler September 19, 2021 at 7:35 PM This beautiful, sweet poem is a fave for me. Have a blessed week. :) Mystic Rose Rose September 21, 2021 at 11:29 AM Some children die too soon, and they become angels in heaven, thanks for reading Evelyn