Im in the arms of an Angel,
not for my eternal rest,
the heart beat of my Grandaughter
keeping a rythem on my chest.
Eyes that shine brightly,
new paths to explore.
In the arms of my little Angel
I have alot to look forward.
Somewhere up in the Heavens,
a roll count is being kept.
I am sure they will come up short one......
she's cuddled on my chest.
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
Im in the arms of an Angel,
not for my eternal rest,
the heart beat of my Grandaughter
keeping a rythem on my chest.
Eyes that shine brightly,
new paths to explore.
In the arms of my little Angel
I have alot to look forward.
Somewhere up in the Heavens,
a roll count is being kept.
I am sure they will come up short one......
she's cuddled on my chest.
Paul Roberts. Turn the Page
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