A wee little girl
Barely 3
Loved her Grandpa so
His big white moustache
tickeled her face,
with his always Hugs
They would sit
he would tell her stories
about how the Mama Cat in the barn
had new Kittens again
About the Puppies
scampering about
Grandpa missed my Uncle Mickey so
He was his youngest son
gone off to war, before I was born
How he lost his life, in a tank
blown up by the enemy
He was so sad when he talked of him
But Grandpa would say, with a smile
"Child, you know how you love to see,
the Suns Rays coming through the trees?"
Yes, I replied. I love to watch
the light move, across my hand.
"Well, Grandpa said, When we see that beautiful
light, We know that someone we love, who has passed on,
is there with us, letting us know they are watching over us"
Well time passed and I often think of Grandpa
In hard times, I sit beneath a tree and think of him
Everytime without fail,
the rays peek through the limbs of the tree
To shine on my hands
Making me know I am not alone
Grandpa is shining his Angel Rays over me
Enfolding me in the warmth of his Love
So when you feel down, and need a soft touch
Look for the Rays of someone you love
Angel Rays
