Little Angel

Little Angel

A Poem by Joey Martinez

As I watch them from above, all I wanna do is protect them
My name is Stacy Morgan, a little girl by the age of seven
I died a month ago, and yes I am in heaven.
I was walking home, listening to music 
Then a stranger began to follow me, he looked like he was about to lose it
He seemed distraught, like he was gonna do something bad
I began to walk faster, and as I looked back, that just made him more mad
He started to run after me and I began to panic
I can't believe what is happening I can't stand it
He grabbed me, covered my mouth and took me to the woods
I tried to fight him off I honestly did all that I could
My heart began to race, knowing this might be my death
I don't deserve this, why must this be my last upcoming breaths
The man took out a knife and rubbed it against my face
I looked him in the eye and said you are a big meanie, a living disgrace
He did not like that, not one bit
He put the knife to my heart and whispered in my ear "This is it" 
Stabbed in my heart I felt very little pain
Because I had died instantly for he had struck a main vein
So now I am in heaven, a beautiful place to be
but I wanna be home, I miss my beautiful family
I watch over them everyday, I wipe away the tears they cry every night
I wish I can tell them that I'm here and everything will be alright
Once I had arrived I promised myself I would take care of them all
Picking them up whenever they break down and fall
I can see the pain in my fathers eyes
Knowing that his little beloved girl has died
My mother is losing her mind, but I help her find it
I give her light in the world, I'm like a candle for her that's always lit  
You probably wanna know whats Heaven like
come with me lets take a quick hike
The streets are made of Gold
Its a place where you never grow tired or old
A place where life secrets unfold
Heaven, a place where secrets are kept safe and told
The weather is always nice and mild
Everyone here was wings and lay open in the grass in piles
I can be free, I can be me
This place was made for you and me. 
I love it here
there is no fear
But I just to be back in my mothers arm
I wish she knew I was okay and in no more harm
As for my dad, If I can talk to him again
I just wanna tell him, that my love for him has no end
My name is Stacy Morgan
and I am a angel protecting my family. 

© 2014 Joey Martinez


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Added on August 8, 2014
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Joey Martinez
Joey Martinez

Paterson , NJ



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