Little Angels with
Broken Wings

Beautiful and innocent
born into the love
They were angels sent from Heaven
wrapped in the arms of love ~
So perfect in their beauty
they began to slowly grow
In the shadow of their parents
in the world they came to know.

So within their angelic world
in their eyes they came to see
That the life they learned together
was something that would be
Always in their mind's eye
as they grew together
The angels of this childlike world
would always have each other.

Their innocence reflected
when looking through their eyes
They didn't know their family love
would fall apart and die ~
So their little child's world
of love and heartfelt things
Began to crumble before they had
grown their angel's wings.

Ripped into another world
of bitterness and lies
These little ones could only see
the hate before their eyes ~
So torn up in confusion
and the anger they could see
Their world crumbled before them
with their only security.

Their angelic world now shattered
with the hate that they live in
While these little ones start to learn
to grow their little wings ~
So in trying to spread them out
and finding their own way
Their little wings are then broken
before they can fly away.

They see the tears and anger
and they also know the hate
These innocent little angels,
they only know this fate ~
The only lessons they were taught
in the spiteful things they said
They didn't know any better than
the lies they had been fed.

These little ones yearn for things
that they only can dream of
While the angels in the Heavens
shine down on them with love ~
To give them hope to rise above
the hatred and the pain
And become beautiful little angels
and learn to love again.

The sadness in their little eyes
is beyond compare
As they learn to rise above their pain
with the bond they share ~
And so they see that security
and love heals anything
As they become those little angels
mending their broken wings.

So beautiful in their innocence
of their forgotten childhood
They will blossom into the angels
to fly as they should
And growing in the love they'll know
they can be anything
For these little angels no longer will
have broken little wings.

©  Christina
8th May, 2001
 

"I wrote this poem about my husband's children who have been subjected to so
much pain, hatred, anger and mistreatment by their mother over the years since
my husband last saw them.  She lost custody of them to the DHS, who put them into
protective custody, and then she died of an OD a month later.   These children are
the innocent ones....they are little angels with broken wings...."
One of my favourite poems.
"To Joshua, Tysha and Matty" ~ God's three little angels