Within the walls of Heaven, an angel child has passed
She waged a gallant battle from which she’s free at last
Despite her pain and hardship, she taught us how to love
Now, removed from her suffering, she waits for us above
She never saw a sunrise that did not make her smile
She lived for every moment and made each one worthwhile
She was an inspiration with every sweet embrace
A child who touched us deeply and blessed us with her grace
So many dreams are shattered; so many hopes are lost
So many hearts are broken, because of cancer’s cost
A little girl so precious has spread her wings and flown
Into the arms of Jesus, where she won’t be alone
Atop the golden staircase that leads to Heaven’s gate
A little girl stands proudly, announcing she will wait
She’ll stay until her loved ones are near to her once more
Her glow shall be the beacon guiding us to the door
Within the walls of Heaven, an angel child has come
A fighter and a sweetheart; Rose was both and then some
A gift to us while living, her loss leaves us bereft
She showed us her true courage ‘til she had nothing left
Rose proved that she was special, a dear with sweet red curls
Her purpose was much greater than that of other girls
God sent her here to show us His love was ours to hold
Then, called her Home to Heaven before she could grow old
The gifts that Rosie gave us are memories we’ll save
Until we rise to Heaven from our own earthly grave
Where we’ll be reunited with our pillar of strength –
Our angel baby, Rosie, awaiting at arm’s length
I pray that God will watch her and keep her spirit near
I pray that He will bless us when our eyes start to tear
I’ve heard He calls the bravest; this is true , I suppose
For no one could be braver, than our new angel, Rose!
© 2009 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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GOD BLESS
Tony
EDWIN
If one of the purposes of publishing a writing is to move the emotions of the reader, "Angel Child" is a resounding success. In this instance, it filled a higher role: A loving tribute.
Well done, Dear Jill. Well done!
Richard
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The poem is more a tribute than a sob of sadness, but the love is there, to make the memory softer, less painful.
Georg
In Christs Love
Michelle~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
I'm so sorry for your friend's loss. You do her a great tribute in this wonderful poem. May she rest in the loving arms of Jesus.
Mary