Carlos P. Martinez
Walking to the bedroom, I saw her kneel to pray; as I got closer, this is what I heard her say.
"Dearest Mother Mary, I hope you understand, This littlest of angels, with a crayon in my hand.
It's hard to write the message, but it's etched deep in my heart. Why did my parents leave me, why did they have to part?
It seemed they were so happy, the day that I came home. Everyone would hold me, I was never left alone.
All those things have changed now; it seems I'm in the way. No one wa