My Friend, The Three Year Old From Heaven.
My friend, the three year old from heaven.Her coat made of fur, her mittens of wool,
Her little body still shivering in the cold.
This little angel sitting beside me,
Thirty thousand feet above the sea.
She shared with me her cookie,
Told me her name was sally.
Her father called her silly.
Her crayons littered the floor,
Making music with her hands
She drummed her tiny fingers on the keyboard,
when she got my computer to play.
Her father trying to stop her wreaking,
She yelled back, she was playing with her friend.
A bundle of sweetness, she soon fell asleep.
Thirty thousand feet above the sea.
My friend, the three year old from heaven.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
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