Angel Poem by Ima Ryma

Little Angel, for a brief while,
You survived the tornado's dread,
That left your home a twisted pile,
And all of your family dead.
You gave the world a bit of good,
Amid all the bunches of bad.
The world was hoping that you would
Somehow survive the harm you had.
But nature's ways are not designed
For mere mortals to understand.
You were given to humankind,
Then taken as divine had planned.

Sweet Angel, if it had to be,
Go back to God and family.