The Child Of The Angel Is The Child Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Here one feel the touch of a child for who's eyes twinkle in the night with the touch of respect but every min that one look in the eyes of the child the more one feel the touch of respect but when it's morning for the birds will touch the sky with respect but for every bird that one see will sing for a heart that wish for touch of respect when the sun touch the sky and yet the child of the angel is the child of respect.



Every min that the child smile for it will warm once heart with respect thus respect mean a lot to the family that touch the child with respect for every child is a special child thus the more a child is touch the more one feel the angel of respect but when one feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that touch the sky and yet the child of the angel is the child of respect.



Just to see a star is like seeing the child of respect with eyes that twinkle in the night thus every twinkle is the twinkle of respect for the child fill the air with respect but for every child for one will see the moon that will shine in the sky with the touch of respect for it's the child that touch the sky with respect and yet the child of the angel is the child of respect.



Thus every moment that one feel the touch of respect the more one will feel the touch of the light of life that mean a lot to the child that fill a heart with respect but yet for who's heart will feel the touch of respect for it's one who wish for respect but just to feel the morning breeze is like being touch by a rose of the angel for who's heart is full of respect and yet the child of the angel is the child of respect.