"When I grow up Dandy I am going to marry you!"
On my lap was sitting the littlest Angel
I was eleven, she only a child of five
But I know today she reads the book of arrivals
Blondie, curly hair, and sparkly blue eyes
Later I would be told the curly hair a wig
If was the first time for me out of Washington
We were on vacation going to Knox Berry farm
It was one day in my life never forgotten
I told this little girl my story of Foggy mountain
Children stories I made up in bad boy closet
I read her children stories, named her Goldenlocks
A few months later Mom came from the mailbox
She had tears in her eyes reading a letter
When I asked she said, "Remember the little girl?"
Your,"Goldenlocks?" "We didn't tell you the reason we
stopped in San Francisco.This little girl was dying of
Leukemia. Her Mom wrote,"She died this week and on her deathbed
Her last words to Me were, "I can't marry Dandy
when I grow up.Tell Dandy I love him I wait for him in heaven.
This little girl long ago sparked my interest in poetry
I knew her but one day. But her vision is in prompt six B
I see her looking over the list of arrivals
Someday I know I well see her again in heaven
In God's name, for he holds her in his arms in trust
I visited once for a short time
This little girl I refer to as the; Littlest Angel
My poem on "Life After Death",
She was there with Mom to greet me
I was not ready and fell back and lived
I know she is waiting with other Angels
For that reason I fear not dying
She died too soon, but lives on waiting
often she rides in bad times on my shoulder
Someday we well meet again beyond the tunnel
Soon enough it well come and I well stay