The Angels' Song

You beautiful little bundle, that I hold in my arms

You win your grandpa's heart with all your little charms

I love the warmth of your breath that I feel on my cheek

As I hold you and hug you and listen as you speak

You melt my heart when you ask me each and every day

Grandpa, Grandpa, why did your hair go away?

And you giggle when I whisper, over and again

I didn't lose it honey, I just moved it to my chin.

I see your Mommy's lips each time you smile at me

I see your Daddy's eyes when you look up from my knee

Oh, I am so glad you came to visit and warm us with your love

Such a beautiful miracle comes, surely, from above

But now, that voice is quiet, for evil came one day

And now my warm, smiling baby is as cold as the clay

I can't console your Mommy, she is so, so sad

And I have not heard a word for days, from your loving Dad

Now I sit here by the window, with nought to do but stare

It is the Christmas season, but this old man doesn't care

If my God would only let me, take your place tonight

Then this broken family would once again be right

The politicians now argue and try to soothe their grief

By making a physical article as guilty as a thief

They look at each other with anger and with scorn

And do not give your family, proper time to mourn

I know, my little angel, if you were back here on earth

I would hug you and kiss you for all that you are worth

I would hold you and tease you for that little grin

And I would never let evil hurt you dear, again.

And as I sit here by the window, the days seem so long

Since my little sweetheart answered the angels song

And this heartbroken old Grandpa can only count each day

Until those same angels come get him and carry him away.