An Angel In My Heart
I saw her near her gravestone
and her image made me cry.
She had the long flowing hair
of a young girl barely grown.
And seemed to float in the air
as light as a gentle sigh.
In the guise of my daughter,
an angel comforted me.
And refreshed my grieving heart,
like a cool drink of water.
And yet, grief tore it apart,
realizing it could not be.
Mesmerized by her profile,
I wasn't sure what I'd seen.
The spirit soon slipped away,
wearing an angelic smile.
And only appeared that day,
never again to be seen.
2/4/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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