My Angel
So much love in a being so small.
Her body may be frail but her will is so strong.
She fights and bleeds for others needs.
Never thinking of herself because she heeds.
The needs of others the pain they sheild,
the sorrow that cuts deep,
helps all the lost souls robbed by greed.
An angel down on earth,
a sacred soul.
She graces all she meets with needed love.
We thank her for her love,
compassion to the end.
She's the perfect little dove that fills me in everlasting joy.
poem by Michael McParland
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