Insights Into A Shattered Mind

Angels Grace

No chance were you given,

To feel the sun upon your face,

No chance were you given,

To feel the ground beneath your feet,

No chance were you given,

To feel the breeze blow through your hair.

Snatched from this life,

Before your first breath,

Never to see the world around.

I never got to hold you,

Nuzzle you against my cheek,

I never got to watch you grow,

And help you up when you fell.

Ripped away before I knew you,

But yet a scar still it leaves,

A scar that has not healed,

Though many years have passed.

Now you fly on angels wings,

You watch me from above,

I wonder often what you are doing,

While flying up above.

Do you play with other children,

Discarded along the way?

Did you know your great grandpa,

When he walked through heavens gate?

Do the angels hold you close,

When it gets cold at night?

Do you realize I still think of you,

On those long and lonely nights?

Rest though now my little one,

No need to fret for me,

For one day I will see you,

When the angels grace shines down on me.