My Little Angel

I sat all alone
With a lid in my palm
A blank sheet lay on my table
I supported my chin
As I gazed into the air
What do I write?
My thoughts took me back
To my grandma's comforting words
It went thus:
Oh my little angel
Weep not ! precious one
For tomorrow is come...
With something brighter
You would smile at the sun
And dance in the rain
Your story shall be heard...
Under the smiling moon
Oh precious one.