Poetry In Memory Of Michael Miller
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MICHAEL"S IN YOUR POCKET
by His Loving Mom
I"m Michael, I"m a tiny angel I"m smaller than your thumb. I may be in your pocket. That is where I have my fun. You can"t see me. I'm too tiny to detect. I'm with people most all the time. Some people I haven"t met. Before I was an angel. I was a fairy in a flower. God, himself, hand picked me, And gave me angel power. God has many angels. That he trains in angels pools. We become his eyes, ears and his hands We are his special tools. Because God is so busy. with way so much to do. He said that my assignment was. is to keep close watch on you. When he took me in your pocket. He blessed me with angel care. He told me to never leave you. I vowed I would always be there.
Your Angel Michael
Michael is my angel in heaven. My Smiling Rose...He was called home 2-16-06 To be with the Lord.
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