Angelika, A very beautiful name;
I will never forget you;
When you were small, you will try to stand up but then
you fall down on the bed;
I could still see the enthusiasm on your face as you
struggle to try to stand up;
You frightened me one day;
when you did not stop crying and your
face was so blue! You did not breathe!
Your mother and father were away;
The memory of your darkened face still envelops me
up to this very minute;
And now, I know what it meant:
Angelika you are on fire with the Lord!
I can just watch you preach the bible on stage;
Win the competition whatever it is: Bible preaching,
singing or getting high grades in school;
All I can say is You're one of a kind Angelika!
What differ's you from other girls your age?
Is it because you have God Almighty with you?
Angelika, keep it going.
I'm very proud of you.
Copyright April 11,2009 by Elizabeth Acostakuntz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was written for my grand daughter. I never thought it would turn out this beautiful. A true exprience in taking care o her when she was a baby. I love her so much and She did not know that. Mama Bess