The Little Girl
The little girl all alone
her footprints stain the
sands of time
for which life
cannot atone-
Misery was her only friend
sadness the only thing
that fate would send-
All the pain she shouldn't feel
hope long lost
this agony real-
Why was she born
if to know only tears?
How could she sustain
each day all her fears?
But one day as her sorrow fell
as diamonds to rain
came a beautiful angel
to assuage all her pain-
Embraced now in radiant, golden light
no more darkness or endless night-
Bereft and lost she will be no more
in Gods garden to forever soar-
Emerald as her Irish eyes
her body broken
but her soul to never die-
The little girl now a star
in Heavens glory
midnights keeping
her ageless story-
Copyright © Angel Padua | Year Posted 2010
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