His mother sat by his bed

Her child had been so ill

That she was made to wonder

‘Could he a future life fulfill?’

‘Do you think angels cry?’

He asked her once again

‘Can they see the children?

Who suffer and have pain

Do you think that angels

Have wings that really fly?

Can they travel very fast?

Somewhere in the sky

Do angels stand by my bed?

And are they dressed in white?

How can they possibly find me?

In the middle of the night’

She wanted to answer carefully

But didn’t know what to say

His questions were important

She must try to find a way

‘We do not know the answers

As angels cannot tell

But if a child is hurting

An angel hears a special bell

Any pain a child must have

Their own special angel feels

They never forget to care

Even when the problem heals

Angels love all children

So their precious time they give

But never will an angel

An unkind deed forgive

So, just shut your eyes and then

Sleep till the morning light

Tomorrow will soon be here

And gone will be this night’

The mother, quite exhausted

Had a thought within her head

‘We shall take care of him’

Eventually, she went to bed

CopyrightA Coatesworth2012