Sunday, November 8, 2009

Of Angels


Looking up at me with almond eyes,
the face of an angel.
not always,
but today,
for sure,
My Angel.

I missed you teacher,
and my sister cried all night,
and all day,
because she missed you,
and don’t leave us.

like I ever could,
or would.
through choice.

Sun shining smiles,
and hugs.
Growing, and glowing
in Love.

and still , looking up at me,
seeking reassurance,
The face of an angel.

Tear streaked,
Paint smudged ,
Tattered,
and battered,
climbing into my lap,
My Angel.

and I am Blessed

Elizabeth

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