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A soft light through the window
shelters the girl within
a gentle glow shifts through her hair
an angelic form stood
it is a women too
pale, winged watching with glee
a smile lights green blue eyes
as her white dress whispers like snow
The lady of heaven lays a calloused palm
on the girls shoulder gently
and caresses the her cheek with a touch
that’s unable to be detected
To all in the room it will seem just to
be the girl alone but happy
but to the few and gifted the resemblance
is seen as one of a mother and her daughter
- by Enemy of All Who Live |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/14/2008 |
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- Title: My Guardian
- Artist: Enemy of All Who Live
- Description: I wrote this a couple years ago on my first Christmas with my new mixed family. My mother had died two years ago and my father had remarried. At the time I didn't really know my step family very well and my father was so wrapped up in his new life that I felt alone and lost in the activity. However, as I was sitting quietly in the corner trying not to cry for my last home I felt something warm and soft in my heart and I new that it was my mothers spirit reassuring me that she was always there.
- Date: 12/14/2008
- Tags: guardian
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