By Joel Wilkinson
Date: 24 December 1999

My Angel

An angel was conceived today,
because of someone's lust.
It did not ask to come this way,
it did not have a choice.

Some poor souls that could not wait,
or thought they were having "Fun",
they got me involved in the fling,
and trashed me to abortion.

I could have been my grandaddy's friend,
I could have held his hand.
We could have had so much fun,
noone gave me a chance.

I could have been a daughter,
I could have been a son---
My daughter killed my grandbaby,
before I could find out either one.

This Christmas Season, as that child walks by,
I stop and think a moment---
this could have been "my angel" ,
but it's parents were irresponsible.

I thought I had taught my daughter right,
I guess that I was wrong,
My grandbaby Angel is in Heaven tonight,
because I taught something wrong.