T.J.S. My Little Angel Poem by Little King of Sorrows

It ain't fair! You died too young!
Like a story that had just begun.
But death...
Tore the pages all away.

In my mind! You smile for me!
Like a beacon midst the stormy sea.
But time...
Still standing in the way.

Why dear God? I pray at night.
This story just ain't fitting right.
But truth...
I slowly start to heed.

All my love! To help you grow.
I shortly got to reap and sow.
But heaven,
Plucked away my seed.

No more hopes! Just faded dreams.
Of coaching you for pee-wee teams.
But rain...
Forever called the game.

First born son! That saved my soul!
Just in time to make me whole.
But fate...
Quickly doused the flame.

Hurry up! I can not wait!
To see you at the pearly gate.
But life...
Sings a patient song.

Heavy heart! I take with me!
Each night and day that we can't be.
But faith...
To God we both belong.

Angel true! I know of you!
Despite the hell that I go through.
But prayer...
Has given me the fuel.

Joyous Day! I long await!
This prize I never contemplate!
But desperation...
Makes daddy act a fool.

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows