Angel found a pretty place
To rest her little head
Flying makes her tired
So now she's tucked in bed

Learning how to fly for her
Has really been a chore
She is such a little one
Learning to explore

Found this special garden
With fragrances divine
Said I'll have a rest in here
I'm sure no one will mind

So she floated into peacefulness
In a garden filled with love
Jesus looking down on her
Laughing from above.

~ Francine Pucillo ~