Poems by Grace Smittle

THE MOON   Love floating in the sky little stars are twinkling as she passes by. All the little song birds sing a merry song happy as they can be as she passes along

THE DOVE SONG There cometh a Dove with beautiful wings. White as the the snow flakes are and tenderly now it listens to hear my baby's evening prayer. Kneel down at my side your little hands folded and say this prayer with me. Dear Jesus, look down and make me as good as I thy "child may be" and tell  him to night if you should die before you wake to hold you on his breast, that beautiful Dove so gentle and pure has spread its wings far and up to the throne to Jesus above has born my darlings prayer.