Poetry / Angel Tears

Gentle drops of Angel tears
Once more she drifts to sleep
Anaesthetised and full of hope
Of faith, of love, so deep

A dark, dark mass looms in her form
A cancer cold and stark
They try to cut it all away
She’ll wake with mornings Lark

They do the tests – they come to us
“There’s more” – is what they say
She begs us – not to make a fuss
She’s tired, asks us to pray

She wakes in small hours and holds us tight
She says it’s time to leave
Be happy for her for she’ll be alright
Small tears stain her virgin cheeks

Somewhere in the dark cold hours
She drew her final breath
Her brave yet quiet and Godly thoughts
Resound this Angels death

I think of things she would have done
Watch as other children play
I work to help others as if she’d won
Life’s battle on that day

I know she looks upon those souls
She’d smile and talk so calm
And in their fears she’ll comfort them
In loving Angel’s arms

Our little daughter oh so young
Yet old in pain wise years
Reminds me daily of all kids past and
Gentle drops of Angel Tears

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