Interview With an Angel
Nervously checking my hair,
Noting the silver is peppered with grey.
My hand trembles as I put on my lipstick—
My favourite shade of pink.
My reflection bears a frown,
But today, I turn it upside up.
The big interview with an angel
Will happen when the clock strikes
Midnight.
The mystery of the night
Is needed for the halo to shine as bright as a star.
I smooth my good dress,
Reserved for special occasions—
And an interview with an angel
Marks it so special.
As this angel
Is so very dear to me.
For you see, this angel,
Living among the stars,
Is my own little girl.
My first and only question,
That I will ask with tears in my eyes,
Will be:
When will I become an angel?
So I can spend the rest of eternity near you.
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