Missing the Angel
A little angel, a pretty angel
fairer, yet fond to the heart
a little priceless, a little princess
brown full eye ball and a pinkful lips
a soothing smile you'd make up easily
sense of humor underneath your cries
falling asleep near the beating heart
I'd care to carry your little body, only
when you'd suck those minuscule fingers
looking at me _ you know it's wrong
missing you now more than you'd think
you'd grip my hands again and make a pace.
Rechael Onu
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