At the tip of Anchor Point
in the State of Alaska
Is a small cottage and a
very old lighthouse
 
I found it quite by accident
as I followed an old road
I have always liked the idea
and mystery of a lighthouse
 
I walked around the lighthouse
but did not go inside
The door was heavy fir and had
a heavy padlock on it
 
The cottage was added onto the
lighthouse sometime later
There was also a large garden
area, overgrown with weeds
 
There was a well worn path from
the cottage to a small cemetary
I saw four small headstones of
which one, was much smaller
 
I took in a deep breath for I knew
that it was for a small child
Alaska is a harsh land and takes a
life away without mercy
 
The child's name was Samantha
and as I spoke her name
I heard the branches of the trees
rustle in the gentle breeze
 
I could only imagine what she must
have looked out here in the woods
Why or how she died was unimportant
but the loss was to me
 
How her parents must have grieved
I'm sure in heaven she's an angel
I wondered if she ever came back to
earth, to this beautiful place?
 
As I stood by the shore and cast out
my line to catch some trout
I heard the distinct laughter of a child
and the skipping of stones splash
 
As I turned in that direction to see
who was there, I smiled
There was little Samanth and she had
angels wings looking to heaven smiling