Looking At An Angel

The other night I saw an angel; She seemed to follow me everywhere. I tried to run but couldn’t, All that I could do was stare. The angel looked back at me, Not once did she turn away. I felt as though I were in a daze; I knew not what to say. My hands were trembling, my knees felt weak; She stood there smiling, as she slowly began to speak. She told me she had been here once before; She said that she knew me. I looked at her and wondered, “Who could this angel be?” She said to search deep and the answer would be found inside my heart; She told me we were once together and never dreamed we’d have to part. My confusion soon vanished, For this was an angel like no other. She was no stranger. . . This angel was once my mother.