Little King of Sorrows
T.J.S. My Little Angel - Poem by Little King of Sorrows
It ain't fair! You died too young!
Like a story that had just begun.
Tore the pages all away.
In my mind! You smile for me!
Like a beacon midst the stormy sea.
Still standing in the way.
Why dear God? I pray at night.
This story just ain't fitting right.
I slowly start to heed.
All my love! To help you grow.
I shortly got to reap and sow.
Plucked away my seed.
No more hopes! Just faded dreams.
Of coaching you for pee-wee teams.
Forever called the game.
First born son! That saved my soul!
Just in time to make me whole.
Quickly doused the flame.
Hurry up! I can not wait!
To see you at the pearly gate.
Sings a patient song.
Heavy heart! I take with me!
Each night and day that we can't be.
To God we both belong.
Angel true! I know of you!
Despite the hell that I go through.
Has given me the fuel.
Joyous Day! I long await!
This prize I never contemplate!
Makes daddy act a fool.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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