The distance, in mind’s eye only,
For we see what is perceived.
A bell rings ever so sweetly,
Another angel sprouts her wings.
Where in clouds of cotton softness,
She learns to fly, funny really.
Tumbles, twists and falls,
Before long she flies like it was meant to be.
Now with love her guide,
The Master’s gifts she brings.
To Mum and Dad she drops, softly, unseen
The safety of His love and memories of her smile.
Cry not for the loss, but for her new life,
In heaven’s playground of angels.
She flies so free and happy.
In wait for when you meet again.
A contest entry
- An Angels Lullaby by Icarus.
900 points, ended August 9, 17 entries
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Comments
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Aww
Beutiful! I love the positive thinking and the beauty you propose in dying.
I especially enjoyed the second stanza:
Where in clouds of cotton softness,
She learns to fly, funny really.
Tumbles, twists and falls,
Before long she flies like it was meant to be.
Just so sweet
Love it!!
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