My Little Angel

My Little Angel short poem

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I lost my child, in this life you see,
I ask The Lord, why must this be?
No reasons or answers, could I find.
I felt,I was going,to lose my mind!
Then, I had an awesome dream last night,
There stood a Beautiful Angel, surrounded by light.
This Angel, then spoke unto me,
I’m your Guardian Angel, this was meant to be.
I shall be with you, night and day, I shall guide you, on your way.
I shall protect you, while you live, For that’s why to you, I was give.
The Angel’s face, then came clear to me,
My reasons, and answers, did I see.
When I awoke, this Angel, was on my mind,
I knew some how, my child I did find.
My heart became still, as I did softly cry,
Thanking The Lord, for showing me why.
My Child, is my Guardian Angel you see,
And now from Heaven, My Little Angel, watches over me!

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Kavita Jaitly
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It is really very emotional and encouraging of course. You have tried your level best. Keep up the spirit as it will surely help many others.

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