Angel-Vivid, A Child Memorialized Poem by james watkin

Left it all to chance, what little of it
Life, through its smiling, did face.
Through each thought's fretless effectiveness
For to wield from place to place.

When over and again by triflings mere
Twas preciously distracted.
Relaying by which "gosh" and "gee", a God
Of surprises contacted.

Forgiven naivete of which glazed
From out a wise unknowing.
What yond dead eyes, with that sense, unearthly
Is reconciled; Heaven in.