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An Angel In My Eyes

We all know, “There are Angels Among us” Appearing to us, in disguise This is a little, poetic story About an Angel in my eyes At first she seemed, to be as normal As any other, we may meet But as she grew, I learned to know her It was clear, she was unique Soon I noticed, a strangeness about her And it appeared, to be intention Realizing that, her incongruities Was her way ,of harm prevention The fire was, her first acknowledged She saved me from, an early demise By persistence, she did warn me She is an Angel, in my eyes On the job, twenty-four/seven When I myself, did not realize Sent to me, straight from Heaven She is an Angel, in my eyes As I slept, she was beside me Alert to every breath I took She learned the nuance, of my being She studied as though, I were a book Learning every minute detail Of the life-force, I partook In restful slumber, at my bedside She made this spot, her “special nook” To a cold wet nose I wakened Then there came a strange surprise To warn me that, I was in Danger She is an Angel, in my eyes She had perceived, the changes in me She knew that there, was something wrong She had to wake her sleeping master When I was weak, she was Strong Shaking hands and labored heartbeat Cold and clammy, I did feel Wake up, wake up, my sleeping master For it is time, for your next meal Diabetes is, an evil demon It attacks in many ways And when it creeps into my slumber She is watching, and she saves Many times, she has roused me So the danger, I’d realize And by doing so, has saved me She is an Angel, in my eyes She taught herself, the skills she needed As she learned, where I was weak To be of service, to her master And to do it, so complete I did not witness, her descent As she entered, from the skies Protecting me, was her intent This “Special Angel”, in my eyes

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Date: 9/2/2009 12:37:00 PM
The ruff kind of diabetes. I am diabetic but not that bad. Each time I go to dr. it gets a little worse. I may have to go on medicine. It is wonderful for you to have someone to love you so much to be tuned in to your needs. Sara
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