Little Angel

She kisses the sky,

As she says her prayers at night.

This six year old angel

Is ready to take flight.

Her body isn't as strong as her spirit

Her parent's flushed cheeks don't decieve her

As they refuse to believe it.

But as time ticks and tocks

The whole family holds her hand

And takes one last look at the clock

Her warm eyes go cold,

Her skin left smooth and pale

At only six years old.