Spiritist poetry Spiritist Society of Boudreaux, medium Mr. RicardoThe child and the vision
Mom, night has come
and I feel sleepy now.
Take me to my pink home
or I will sleep in your arms.
Child, say a prayer to God,
come and join me on your knees.
Let us pray for your Dad
in heavens, far from you and me.
Way up there, right Mommy?
Yes, close to God who wished so!
Only the bad ones get angry
but your father is an elected soul.
God understands you, my dear daughter.
He hears your wishes!
Let us pray so your father
gets rest and happiness.
For you as well, oh mother!
I pray to God: Almighty,
now that you have taken my father
please do not take my Mom away!
Thank you, Gabriela.
What a heart in such a young age!
Your father guides you from up there.
I see his soul in your face.
Ah Mommy since Daddy can hear
I wish so much he will
come back from the other sphere
to kiss his little girl!
Ask God to come our way,
to us who suffer in this place!
Have the soul of the dead sway
his little daughter’s cradle!
Night has come, Mommy
and I fell asleep…
Take me to the pink bed.
Good night, Mom, I am going to sleep.
No, wait! I can see… it is Daddy!
He is just here, by my cradle.
Come quick Mommy,
he looks at us with a smile on his face!
I feel his kiss on my forehead;
his hands touching my hair!
He closes my mouth as you had
and goes back to heavens!
Night has come, Mommy!
Your daughter will not sleep!
Daddy has promised to come back to me
by the pinky bed once again we will meet!
Your guardian angel
