Angie Watson

Brewton, Alabama

Angie was born May 11, 1981. Her father died when she was 11. She lives with her mother and older brother. At the moment she is enjoying high school and writing poetry in her spare time. "I didn't really expect my poetry to be published or even on the internet. I just write what is in my heart. When I was younger my parents really encouraged me to write and to enjoy it. I feel like my poetry will touch the hearts of young people, because it comes from a young person's heart.

Lips of Velvet

His hand move slowly along her awaiting body
Her lips taste the salt of his skin as he cries out
once again "I love you"
She simply says "I know you  do"
And cloesed her eyes to wait for that final kiss
As he presses his lips to hers she looks at him
and says "Don't forget me, I won't be gone long"
"What do you mean?" he asks
"I'll come back to you when your all alone."
He hugs her tight and says "Please come back
to me." "I will, I can see that you really love me."
She feels his lips of velvet on her cheek as she
dies a tear falls from her eye.  At her funeral
she knew he would cry she had to leave him.
But could not tell him why

Sweet Dreams My Angel

Go to sleep my angel and dream
Of heavenly places and heavenly faces
You shall be missed, my angel but rest in peace
In this world you could easily get hurt
Don't fret my angel you are safe in God's arms
He will take care of you
And will always be with you
Mortal dreams of riches, but my angel
You are rich for eternal life
So sleep now angel you are full of love and beauty
We will all be with you soon
Sweet dreams my angel
When you wake up you'll know that
Your dreams have come true

Daddy's Girl

As the young woman remembers her childhood
She begins to cry,
Remembering how much she loved her father.
Just thinking how he'd left her so soon
Breaks her heart in two.

She remembered when she was a little child:
A curly haired little girl
Attached to her daddy's leg.
The way she'd hide behind her daddy
When people spoke to her.

She remembered how he'd loved her
And wondered if he knew she loved him too.
She remembered how she'd cried that night
At the hospital
When the thought of never getting to see her daddy again
Had crossed her mind.

She remembered how everything she'd done
Was so sweet to him.
She remembered the times she'd never let go
Of the belt loops of his pants.

She remembered how he loved her so
And how she'd never be able to stay angry with him.
But the girl will never forget
That her daddy will be in her heart always
And she will always be
Daddy's little girl.

Angie Watson welcomes letters. Write to:
108 Eby Street Brewton, AL 36426

All poems Copyright © 1999 Angie Watson. All rights reserved.