The Angel Child

I met Elizabeth
When she was two
She said, "I'm Elizabeth
Who are You?
She was in my dream.
Playing in a shallow stream,
In the sunlight.
Elizabeth started to put small cream
pebbles into her mouth.
I said, "No, No, don't do that!"
Elizabeth did as I said
And put the pebbles back
Into the shallow stream bed,
What a cute little girl!
She had a pout and a curl,
Who was this little child?
She was an angel child,
An angel sweet and an angel mild.
Unwanted on earth, she flew on wings
To learn all about heavenly things.

by Eunice B. Lanzl

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