Monday, April 6, 2015

An Angelic Heart

Grand-Papa's Angel
She stood holding her Grand-Papa’s
hand as the essence of innocent
sweetness pivoted around her like
falling morning dew,
Her Angelic face was enhanced with
her eyes of baby blue.
It was early, but the line was long, as the first
risers, rushed to stand in line,
The warmth of the morning sunlight felt fine.
“Grand-Papa when will it be our turn?” she asked,
 “Are you hungry child? It will not be long.”
Then in her five year old voice she quietly started 
singing her favorite song, “ Amazing Grace” with a
 vocal sound so youthfully strong.
“Grand-Papa are more children hungry in our America, 
besides my friend in kindergarten named Erica?”

“Yes, my Sweet Pea, I am sure many more little 
children who will be hungry today.” He replied in a soft voice.
“And being in line today was our choice.”

“We are next Grand-Papa, I cannot wait.”
When it was their turn she smiled her brightest smile--- 
with her hands reaching out out she did not hesitate.

“Please Mister, take my Piggy-Bank--- Mr. Piggy has 
$100.00 in his tummy, and this bag has all I got for my 
birthday--- its full of toys,
To help feed all America’s little girls and boys.”

The man and woman at the table looked at the little 
Angel before them holding her bank in her
tiny hands,
With both their eyes brimming they accepted her gift 
for all the America’s hungry children across our lands.
“Now Grand-Papa, can we sell some more of my toys---
to help my friend Erica?”
“And Daddy said he would donate some of his tools for 
all the hungry children in America.”

Her Grand-Papa looked up at the sky and said a silent 
prayer to thank his God for his grandchild,
Then he kissed her little hand and gave her a big smile.

No this is not the end,
But only where we say "Amen."
Grand-Papa
She stood on the hard frozen ground,
Her world had turned upside-down.

She was 18 years old now, holding her
father’s hand,
His strength she needed staring at the
hole in the land.

Her precious Grand-Papa was being
buried today,
Tears inundated her beautiful face---
left nothing to say.

Selfishly-she wanted him back because
she loved him so,
But the pain he suffered---he was ready
to go.

All the sweet memories swam in her flooded
mind,
He was her King---his heart was kind.

Feelings dashed between her mind and
heart,
Remembering---Grand-Papa said they would
never really be apart.

Spirits often visit the ones they love on earth,
Their spirit world is their rebirth.

She would always visit his grave with flowers,
And, sit and talk to him for hours.

Their bond would never be broken,
She carried his love within her heart as their
token.

Now with her father at her side---she said her
goodbyes for now,
Until she returned for Christmas---I will visit you
first---was her silent vow.

Walking away and leaving her Grand-Papa behind,
Pulled on her heart and played on her mind.

Suddenly---she heard his words loudly as if he
were there,
When you feel lonely my Darling---just sit in
my favorite chair.

My warmth and love will surround you,
So smile for me Darling---never be blue.
© BEPH 2015 All Rights Reserved 
PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of these poems and if they are seen anywhere else on the Internet or in print it was taken without my consent



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