Hello everyone, I decided to change my post for today and share with you two poems that I wrote, they were both written after two tragedies hit out nation. The first that moved me to write “Little Angels” was the school shootings at Columbine in 1999 and the second “Nation of Hero’s” was after 9/11.
After the mass shooting in Las Vegas yesterday I felt compelled to share these with you because they both are as appropriate today as they were when written.
I am a Nevada native, Battle Born and Battle Bred, my heart goes out to all the victims and their families. I am very proud of the response of all the law enforcement, medical teams and the everyday hero’s that helped people during this horrific event. Poems written by Anna Whiteside, Tonopah, Nevada
Little Angels
The angel’s tears fell hard and strong
When the gunshots filled the air
Then the angels raised their voices in song
As they welcomed the young angels into Gods care
All the young angels gave God their souls to love
Yet they wept for the families they left behind
As the angels gathered round them up above
God told the young angels, you are always on their mind
Your families will weep but will soon come to know
I will keep you forever in my loving care
And one day your families will have their turn to go
From the earthly bonds to a heaven you all can share
You are my newest angels and there is work for you to do
You will need to go and help your families cope
With the pain they feel at this time of losing you
So you must touch their souls and give them hope
You will journey back to earth on these angel wings
So the message from God can be carried out
And the world seldom listens when an angel sings
So you my little angels will need to shout
You must pass thru the souls of those you love
And of your friends as they sit and cry
You must let them know you now soar like a dove
And their lives must go on and they must continue to try
The little angels asked God why they had to leave in such a way
He replied that although he created woman and man
He gave each the power to think and a choice of what to say
And each soul was supposed to do the very best they can
But some on earth don’t believe in Heaven above
And hate and pain consumes their everyday lives
So you see my little angels those souls don’t look for love
Therefore a world with anger and hate thrives
But you my little angels were some of the best
And though my plan wasn’t for you to come home so soon
You must now help spread my love to all the rest
So lift your voices and send your families a joyous tune
One little angel asked God, but how will my family hear me
I never heard an angel sing or saw one with my eyes
God just smiled and waved his hand for the angels to see
And behold the morning sun began to rise
You don’t need to see my angels to know they are near
You see them in the sunlight and hear their voices on the breeze
You feel their presence in a mother’s hug when she calms your fear
You feel the flutter of their wings with the wave of the trees
You hear their laughter in a child’s voice at play
You feel their warmth surround you when you’re blue
My angels are everywhere, in all you do and say
And now my little angels that warmth and love is you.
A Nation of Hero’s
You walked out of a cloud of smoke.
You kneel’ed at a young man’s side.
I heard the gentle words you spoke.
I watched as you and this nation cried.
The nurses the doctors and the firemen too.
The people aboard the planes in the air.
How could such tragedy happen to you?
From a terror whose heart doesn’t care.
This nation’s heart breaks but thru it all.
Comes the hero’s we all wish we could be.
The ones who gave their lives with no thought at all.
To the dangers that they just couldn’t see.
I saw you hold an old ladies hand in yours.
I saw you comfort the fear in her eyes.
I felt your pain thru the cabin doors.
As evil struck at you in the skies.
As the towers fell hard to the ground.
And the smoke and dust grew so thick.
I saw the hero’s all start to gather round.
Your time of response was so quick.
The soldiers, police and civilians at work yesterday.
The families that got their last call of goodbye.
One nation of hero’s each in their own way.
Now under God’s care and his watchful eye.
The media people who tried hard not to cry.
As they reported the facts thru the day.
The children who lost parents and don’t know why.
Terrorists did this is all we can say.
I’ve seen the hero’s who gave blood to save someone’s life.
Or gave a hug to a stranger, or just held a hand.
A stewardess that protected her captain and got cut with a knife.
One nation of hero’s standing strong under the flag of our land.
These terrorists tried to cut deep in our hearts.
To cause panic and fear in our land.
But American’s won’t fall apart.
For united we are and united we stand!
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