Its the brink of dawn,
The sun is up,
and down the stairs she trots,
My angel.
She's so vastly different,
than my own earth-bound self,
She seems to float miles above,
The rocky terrain that is my home.
She joins me for the morning meal,
Then out the door we go,
Just me and my angel,
To face the world alone.
Our day is filled with love and laughter,
And time spent with each other,
We come home and eventually,
So does he.
He is the devil,
Gone before we wake,
Returning in his angry manner,
Come to shake our foundations.
They fight again,
She shys away from blows,
It always ends with her in tears,
And me right by her side.
She goes to bed and she wakes up again,
The day begins anew,
My angel walking down the stairs,
Optimistic as the day is long.
We start our daily routine,
Forgetting about last night,
The fear and anger,
No longer in her scent.
Thats how I help my angel,
Acting as man's best friend.
A contest entry
- IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL by eyesofanangel524.
900 points, ended May 12, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Contest for a friend... by islekine.
400 points, ended June 25, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thanks so much for your entry!
I appreciate you taking the time!
Best wishes always!
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This is a very touching write you have penned here. Angels come to us in many shapes and forms. You have shown this to be true. Thank you for entering my contest. May your ink never cease to flow.
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a wonderful write for the promt good luck in the contest
maralisa
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