I'm not very big,
in fact i'm very small.
I sit on your shoulder,
and i hear when you call.
I go everywhere with you,
though you can't see me.
I'm with you always,
even in your dreams.
I share your laughter,
dry your tears when you cry.
And every day i'm so proud,
cause i see how hard you try.
I don't have a name,
and i'll never grow older.
But, for as long as you live,
i'll be your little angel on your shoulder.
Do you know who the author of this poem is? If so please let me know by contacting me @ deltadawn@sympatico.ca Thanks in advance, Dawn.
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