respectful's Journal

This is a very beautiful, but very sad poem that a friend wrote a long time ago. Thought I'd share it with you.

On a shaded early morning
In the middle of the Spring
I was lying in the darkness
And I didn't hear a thing.

When I felt a gentle whisper
Brush against my hair
And I turned to find out what it was
But there was nothing there.

So I lay there gently drifting
Waiting for the break of day
And I didn't know that in the night
You had gone away

The sun was braking through the shade
When I awoke to see
A glowing mist above my bed
That seemed to speak to me.

Not In words but in a way
That made me understand
That the gentle whisper in my hair
Had been your loving hand.

The room grew warm and I could smell
Your sweetness fill the air
And once again I felt
Your loving hand brush through my hair

I rose to make my morning cup
And walking past your door
I noticed something odd and strange
Had fallen to the floor

I picked it up and then I glanced
Into your room to see
You sleeping very peacefully
And didn't notice me.

I walked downstairs into the light
Was then I knew this thing
That I had picked up from the floor
Was a tiny angel wing.

I opened up the window blinds
And stretched across the sky
Was a rainbow and I knew
That you were telling me goodbye.

I ran back to your room
And in the brightness of the day
I realized that the angels came
And carried you away.

Although I was not with you
When you journeyed toward the light
I'll always know you came to say
Goodbye to me that night.

So now your gone and in your room
I haven't change a thing
But on your pillow I have placed
That Tiny Angel Wing.