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.
Copyright © Tara Marta | Year Posted 2016
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