The Angel
There is an Angel in my midst, how do I know?
Well I looked down my hall way and there was an omnipotent glow
I covered my eyes and wanted speak but words wouldn't blow from between
my cheeks so I placed my head where my feet would usually go
I decided to raise my head and to my surprise
I saw a figure that reminded me of someone I know right before my eyes
It was great-grandmother whom was sick yet hadn't died
This I thought until the phone rang and to my surprise
great-grandmother had came to see me just one more time
She went with and Angel escorted to heaven way up on high
Although I miss her knowing she still lives helped me dry my eyes
Copyright © Pamela Moorehead | Year Posted 2006
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