The Little Angel Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The little angel in the sunshine basks
With calm, serene expression
I wonder if his church yard task
Is blessing the procession
Of saints and sinners walking by
To pray, to mourn, to die

My father was remembered here
When he reached higher ground
Of crystal mansions much revered
Where choirs with harps resound

Time came my own son's time was full
Those left behind then entered
This yard to grieve, expressions dull
Their lives this man had centered

Few now can see foregone events
Time passing builds high walls
Yet that small angel heaven sent
Sees and remembers all

The little angel in the sunshine basks
With calm, serene expression
I wonder if his church yard task
Is blessing the procession
Of saints and sinners walking by
To pray, to mourn, to die.