Nudershada Cabanes Poet Quatrain

My Little Angel

Mittens and booties
little hands and feet
nice little cap
worn on little head

Cute little fingers
delicate to touch
wrap so tightly
in my big rough hands

Sleeping peacefully
in your bright little crib
a soft breathing sound
come from your tiny lips

I've dreamed of these moments
when you were in my womb
but God has other plans
and took you away so soon

I never saw your face
nor hear your first cry
you were gone from me
without knowing why

I cried so much that day
when i lost you to fate
you became an angel
to watch me from above

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Dia Alshirqati October 18, 2013 at 2:55 PM Beautiful and moving poem .. Much love poems that touches the humanitarian feelings of the deepest point .. And stuck us from our fingers and receive us at the center of the confusion and sense of loss .. Thank you .. Regards Nudershada Cabanes October 19, 2013 at 2:58 AM Thanks a lot Dea for the wonderful comment.

Anne-Lise Andresen October 18, 2013 at 2:46 PM - Sad, but still beautiful! - Wishing you good luck in the contest! - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Nudershada Cabanes October 19, 2013 at 2:59 AM Thank you Anne Lise:)