Six Little Mexican Angels Poem by cheryl davis miller

Some call it, 'pay it forward',
some say 'reap what you sow',

'Some say it all is, Karma'
but here's one thing I know,

You get just what you pay for,
good fruit comes from good seed,

And Karma's all in God's hands,
He's faithful to meet needs,

It's always been my habit,
to help when a driver breaks down,

Yesterday, I found myself,
broke down, in Lancaster town,

I got out and started pushing,
as traffic just whizzed by,

I knew I couldn't push it far,
but I knew I had to try,

Just when I felt like giving up,
I looked up to see,

6 rough looking Mexican boys,
coming straight at me,

They said 'get in, we'll push you',
I steered out of the road,

In my head I heard my Father,
'you reaped because you sowed',

They smiled as I said, 'Thank you,
and prayed, may God bless you',

The 6 little Mexican angels,
who came to my rescue.


[a true story] c.d.m.3/9/09