A little angel winks from up above,
The littlest fireman in God’s domain,
Bathed in God’s Grace, covered with His love,
Untouched by earthly cares, worries, or pain.
Too soon your race was done, Devon, dear child,
Only five summers’ suns warmed your sweet face,
And yet you brought much joy for one so mild,
To all who knew your smile, felt your embrace.
Tears mark your passing in a time too brief,
We wish God had less pressing need of you,
Your family struggles now to bear their grief,
Lord, grant them peace and strength their whole lives through.
Your spirit flies now high above the sky,
Lifted by love that will not, cannot die.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 6:44 PM UTC
A little angel winks from up above,
The littlest fireman in God’s domain,
Bathed in God’s Grace, covered with His love,
Untouched by earthly cares, worries, or pain.
Too soon your race was done, Devon, dear child,
Only five summers’ suns warmed your sweet face,
And yet you brought much joy for one so mild,
To all who knew your smile, felt your embrace.
Tears mark your passing in a time too brief,
We wish God had less pressing need of you,
Your family struggles now to bear their grief,
Lord, grant them peace and strength their whole lives through.
Your spirit flies now high above the sky,
Lifted by love that will not, cannot die.
I wrote this sonnet in a sympathy card for dear neighbors whose young grandchild died tragically, falling into an old well while playing in his parent's property. His dad is a decorated firefighter and he wanted to be one also when he grew up. He was buried with his dad's medal on his chest. Heartbreaking. It was first published in 2014 in my first book of poems, Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems.
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