Sometimes her little wings are hidden, <br />By little outstreched arms that care. <br />At times you can't see her halo, <br />Yet you know its always there. <br /> <br />Her angels gown of brilliant white, <br />Is shielded from mine eyes. <br />Yet my heart and soul confess, <br />An angel in disguise. <br /> <br />Her soft, serene little spirit, <br />Makes even cherubs cry. <br />As they rejoice, and laugh and sing, <br />For a spirit that never will die. <br /> <br />In stature, so petite and small, <br />How could one exude such love? <br />Unless the Father, and the Son, <br />Sent her from above.<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-daughter/
