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The
Littlest
Angel
When
her
son
died
the
mother
wept
and
thought
her
world
would
end.
She
questioned
God
about
her
loss,
thought
He
was
not
her
friend.
If
He
could
take
her
two-year-old,
for
sure
He
did
not
care,
and
for
a
time
she
lost
her
faith
and
did
not
pray
one
prayer.
She
also
had
a
little
girl
--
was
four
years
at
the
time
--
with
sunny
smile
and
golden
curl,
oh,
yes,
she
was
so
fine.
But
Mommy’s
grief
besieged
the
child,
she
whimpered
in
the
night;
you
see,
she
could
not
understand
why
Mom
was
not
all
right.
She
tried
real
hard
to
be
so
good
so
Mommy
wouldn’t
cry,
but
everything
she
tried
to
do
just
seemed
a
futile
try
--
until
one
day,
with
crayons
and
pad
she
drew
a
baby
boy;
upon
his
back
she
colored
wings,
his
lips,
a
smile
of
joy.
The
little
girl
was
very
proud,
as
kids
are
prone
to
be;
her
tiny
hands
the
picture
held,
said,
"Look,
oh,
Mommy,
see.
It’s
baby
Will
that
I
have
drawn,
I
gave
him
angel
wings.
I
know
he
is
in
Heaven
now
and
flies
around
and
sings.
"He’s
happy
there
with
God,
you
know,
he
doesn’t
even
fuss,
and
I
just
know
that
everyday
he’s
smiling
down
at
us.
When
we
go
home
to
be
with
God
I’ll
play
again
with
Will,
and
Mommy,
you
can
kiss
his
cheek,
because
he
loves
you
still."
Then
suddenly
the
mother
felt
the
love
of
God
so
real,
and
by
a
child’s
sweet
simple
words
her
grief
began
to
heal.
~Copyright
©
1997
Ruth
Gillis~
"The
Littlest
Angel"
received
Second
Place
in
the
October
1998
issue
of
The
Inspirational
Poet.
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