Monday, December 26, 2016


© Gloria Smith 2012

In ancient days a lovely, small girl played

The Angels came and taught her games

While the rain fell quiet all around

And soaked the desolate, hardened ground

Her soul now weary can be found

Staring out the window at the rain

Thinking of her past and of her pain

One day her spirit sailed away

She lies still and quiet now

The Angels came and called her name

Once again a lovely, small girl plays

Oh she knows all the Angel's games