My Little Angel Poem by Kim Davies

The apple of my eye,
my pride and joy:
My son.
A regular Milky Bar Kid,
all blonde hair, glasses,
a huge cheeky grin.
A happy go-lucky
sunny little fella.
always eager to laugh,
to share:
his last sweet,
his favourite toy.
Always eager to help out,
to make people laugh.
Yes, the class clown,
a mischievous little imp,
though always pleasant and polite.

'I'm gonna be in the school nativity'
he announced one day.
I didn't know what to expect,
'I wear a thing on my head'
was the only clue I got.

Perched on one of the tiny chairs,
I scrutinise the little figures on stage:
Mary in blue cotton,
doll in a straw filled box.
Joseph and shepherds
with tea towels on their heads.
Wisemen resplendent
in cut-out cardboard crowns.
Six barefoot angels
line up at the back,
white satin dresses, tinsel halo's,
arms raised, sleeves like wings.
I don't recognise him at first,
so angelic, so serious,
trying so hard.
My heart bursting with love,
tears streaming down my face.
My beautiful little boy.
My Angel.