Good morning friends, thank you for all the kindness you have shown…As you all know, I really like telling stories about Angels…This morning I needed to help cover child abuse, so I wrote a poem of which I’ve named…Young Matilda…I really hope you enjoy…Much love to where you are…You are never far from my heart…Lynn xxxx
Up high in the mountains, where not many go
lives a beautiful Angel who dances on snow
Her hair is like starlight tousled with wind
With a face so Angelic, she makes nature sing!
She dances for freedom of all the Earth’s woes
A Mother by instinct where harmony grows
Once known as Matilda, a child with a past
And yet she still dances on sheets of white glass!
Her story unfolds now, once born of abuse
A buried dark secret which striven for truth
Taunted by parents, neglected from birth
Poor young Matilda, stood no chance on Earth!
Young Sisters and Brothers, of which she did care
So she taken her beatings with silence and prayer
A heart of such courage, and also much pain
As night time approaches in her bed did she lain!
A shout of great torment awoke her from dream
The room red with furnace, and her kin they did scream!
Her parents in stupor from Alcohol fumes
She rushed to the aid of, her families bedrooms!
Her Sisters and Brothers now safe and secure
Yet sweet young Matilda, went back through the door
Heroic this Angel, for her parents she tried
Alas the red furnace, erupts then they died!
Two graves for her parents, and peace for the rest
No Heaven for them though, in the Hells do they fest
Her Sisters and Brothers were taken in care
Until a young couple, their lives did they spare!
Young sweet Matilda, now in a grave by a hill
She roams where she pleases, to a land of tranquil.
So up high in the mountains, in a land of pure white
This beautiful Angel, sings and dances EACH NIGHT!