They’re only little angels, one of nearly two, and one of four.
I do hear them playing their little angels games, in the yard next door.
And when my heart was fully ravaged from the loss of a brother dear;
it was them that came to save me with their angelic cheer.
A little box of Christmas chocolates in a tiny unspoiled hand,
with whoops of joy and festive dancing, like some heaven sent angelic band.
Now, If I live to be ten thousand years or who knows even more; there never could be such a gift again from any angel store.
They’re only little angels, one of nearly two, and one of four.
But it was them that that came to lift my weeping heart from the frozen floor.
Now, if I need a lift on any given day, I do recall, the time two little angels, one of nearly two, and one of four,
brought their healing chocolate to my sad my lonesome door.
Cormac Stagg 2021