Poems by Grace Smittle

THE MOON
 
Love floating in the sky
little stars are twinkling
as she passes by.
All the little song birds
sing a merry song
happy as they can be
as she passes along

 


THE DOVE SONG

There cometh a Dove with
beautiful wings. White as the
the snow flakes are and tenderly
now it listens to hear my baby's
evening prayer. Kneel down at my
side your little hands folded and
say this prayer with me.
Dear Jesus, look down and make
me as good as I thy "child may be"
and tell  him to night if you should
die before you wake to hold you on
his breast, that beautiful Dove so
gentle and pure has spread its wings
far and up to the throne to Jesus above
has
born
my darlings
prayer.