Best Childhoodangel Poems
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said 'write'" Elizabeth Barrett Browning
T here was a cemetery across from the street where I lived when I was young.
H ot summer days could find us there strolling down its winding shady pathways,
E ven racing bikes or playing Hide ’n Seek among trees and ornate granite stones.
B eyond the wide middle part of that graveyard, way in the very back,
L ay a secluded area set apart for the deceased of a prestigious family.
U ltimately my siblings and I ended up at the mausoleum in the center of that spot.
E ager to view its main attraction, we would stand on tiptoes before its window. . . .
A ll kinds of angels were scattered throughout that cemetery's sprawling lawn, but
N ot one outdid the angel appearing violet blue through that stained glass window.
G uarding the tomb of a small child, she knelt gracefully, her true hue pure white.
E ventually after years of showing her to friends, I left home forever; on my mind
L ingers this memory; on tiptoes, I'm marveling, face pressed against blue glass.
When she was but a tot,
A chubby little bundle of dread and joy,
I’d asked God to watch over her,
and her angel came and sat down with mine;
I knew he was there,
I could feel him.
Now with pomposity and flaunting,
her angel is vanished,
and mine seems to leave at thirteen.
She’s here but my baby is gone,
and I asked heaven to bring her back.
I’d do anything to be with my angel again.
Flesh is for the worms,
but a cultured mind creates delightful recollections, perpetual.
Today, the whole world nurtures my child,
and the house has more volume; it echoes our voices.
If she doesn’t listen to God’s voice through mine
She’ll be a feast for all of society.
They walk into the candy store down the street
Linda and her sitter, both wanting something sweet
To eat
Linda is five and blond and petit
Her sitter, Angel is exactly five feet
Linda thinks Angel is neat
Linda reaches for a Hershey's bar
Angel's eye on her, she doesn't let her get far
Laughing, har de har har
Angel searches for chocolate with a bite
She diligently keeps Linda in sight
Somethings are worth protecting with all your might
Linda is the light
Angel knows right
And teaches Linda to avoid the wrong fight
Angel finds the kind she was looking for
Dark and rich and smooth enough to pour
Linda doesn't like this type, so Angel will have more
Sharing is fine
But sometimes its all mine
Is the best line
Back outside Linda smells the pine
Angel reads the road sign
In a couple of hours it will be time to dine
It was not me who made this mess, it was the angel Meg did stress,
the angel jumped upon my bed, but not in white this one wore red,
She had no wings was so forlorn, this angel with two pointy horns!
I asked her why she came to play, she told she just passed this way,
Passed this way, I said to where?
My ,My, dear child I do declare, who left your skates upon the stairs? who threw your
clothes upon the floor, and who do you think slams the door?
Why me of cause this angel bad, getting you the blame from mum and dad, and after I have
caused such dread I dance around in angel red!
Now Meg said mum this can't be right, everyone knows angels dress in white, your story I
do not believe, I think your trying to decieve!
Now off you go straight to bed, no supper for your lies, and up the stairs poor Meg did go
with tears in her eyes,
As she lay there crying and feeling really bad, she knew that she had told a fib to her
Mummy and her Dad,
She awakened the next morning and with sorry in her heart, told her mummy and her Daddy
she would make a whole fresh start,
They smiled at their daughter, their precious Little Meg, knowing from within her heart
she meant what she just said.
No more Angels dancing wearing white or even red, next time she did something wrong she'd
just own up instead!
I swear there was an angel jumping on my bed, but instead of wearing white, her dress was
scarlet red.
She can be rather naughty, and I think you will see, that whenever somethings broken, It
was her I swear not me!
She also has a halo, but it must be kind of worn, why else would it be held on by those
two red pointy horns?
I swear I'm telling you the truth, about this angel dressed in red, I would never jump and
mess around upon my little bed.
I always do as I am told, as any good girl should, and I'd catch this angel for you, if
you really think I should.
I thought all angels wore just white, and never dress in red, but this one's got her play
suit on, at least thats what she said.
She's always asking me to play, to run, and dance and shout, it's her who throws my
clothes around and leaves my toys about.
I tell you I am innocent I never made that mess, it was that little angel in the scarlet
Red dress.