The Story Of The Littlest Angel
As Christmas Day draws near
I get lost in memories,
of colored lights, mistletoe
and loved ones by the tree.
Of all the priceless moments
I fondly do recall,
a story that was read to me I
cherish most of all.
The Littlest Angel was the title,
and through the magic of every line,
I learned the value of life on earth
that a gift from the heart was truly Devine.
Even though a lifetime has passed
the angel who read me this treasure,
dances in my heart this Christmas
and always will forever.
In Memory Of
My Auntie
Marion L Fowler Rose
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © November 30, 2013
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
The Story Of The Littlest Angel
As Christmas Day draws near
I get lost in memories,
of colored lights, mistletoe
and loved ones by the tree.
Of all the priceless moments
I fondly do recall,
a story that was read to me I
cherish most of all.
The Littlest Angel was the title,
and through the magic of every line,
I learned the value of life on earth
that a gift from the heart was truly Devine.
Even though a lifetime has passed
the angel who read me this treasure,
dances in my heart this Christmas
and always will forever.
In Memory Of
My Auntie
Marion L Fowler Rose
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © November 30, 2013
