There's an angel in my pocket
who is watching over me,
just a little voice down deep inside
that I can hear, not see.
I wish that I could let her out
so that everyone could see
'cause we have the greatest secrets,
many things she shares with me.
She whispers little things to do
to make my parents glad
and tells me when there's something
that I want to do that's bad.
Oh I wish that I could see her
not just hear her talk to me...
it's just a little voice down deep inside
that I can hear, not see.
heh CJ, I have two angels in my pockets one in each, , I suppose one good one bad LOl's Love ya dave xxxx
Lovely. I have copied this for my five year old - she will love it, so did I. For the kid in all of us. Thankyou also for your lovely comments. Hugs Anna xxx
Everyone will have their own versions of anything. My version is simple. I lost my sister 33 years ago. She is my angel in my pocket.
That little angel who speaks inside you is taking shape in your beautiful poetry.I have penned a poem on similar theme- - - -Shall I Wait till I understand Pablo Neruda.Will you please take out your time to read it and give your comments?
Loved it.................the angel it my pocket asked me to write this............keep up the good job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My angel has a more naughty streak!