My Little Angel
I love those mischievous little dents on your cheeks
when you smile...
And those tiny, sparkling eyes
where all the mysteries of this world are veiled.
Your skin, white as snow,
your touch so velvety—
I wonder, were you an angel
who fell from the heavens above?
Over and over, I marvel at you—
so tiny, yet a peerless piety.
I blotted this feeling,
each so filling...
Anon, every tear found its meaning
when your happiness was wrapped
in woolen white clothing!!
Orphans!
I was just a little child when I first fell on my ankles,
Crying and crying, tears flooding my eyes.
Then, loving hands surrounded me,
Caressing away my worries,
And I was comforted.
I grew into a dicey youth,
Falling many times in my innocence.
A few were there to gently lift me,
Rolling me back into my ebullient self.
Years passed...
And once again, I fell—
This time into the gloom of quarantine.
I lamented and growled,
Never finding anyone to offer me a sigh of relief.
Yet, every time I fell,
Every time a child cried,
Scared and searching,
I longed to find warmth beside me!
