Tiny Angel Wing..
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 morningIn the middle of the SpringI was lying in the darknessAnd I didn't hear a thing. When I felt a gentle whisperBrush against my hairAnd I turned to find out what it wasBut there was nothing there. So I lay there gently driftingWaiting for the break of dayAnd I didn't know that in the nightYou had gone awayThe sun was braking through the shadeWhen I awoke to seeA glowing mist above my bedThat seemed to speak to me.Not In words but in a wayThat made me understandThat the gentle whisper in my hairHad been your loving hand.The room grew warm and I could smellYour sweetness fill the airAnd once again I feltYour loving hand brush through my hairI rose to make my morning cupAnd walking past your doorI noticed something odd and strangeHad fallen to the floorI picked it up and then I glancedInto your room to seeYou sleeping very peacefullyAnd didn't notice me.I walked downstairs into the lightWas then I knew this thingThat I had picked up from the floorWas a tiny angel wing.I opened up the window blindsAnd stretched across the skyWas a rainbow and I knewThat you were telling me goodbye.I ran back to your room And in the brightness of the dayI realized that the angels cameAnd carried you away.Although I was not with youWhen you journeyed toward the lightI'll always know you came to sayGoodbye to me that night.So now your gone and in your roomI haven't change a thingBut on your pillow I have placedThat Tiny Angel Wing.
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