White lace

by | Mar 1, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

I dreamt I saw an angel
Dressed in pure white lace
Her wings they did a flutter
As she beckoned from above
I wanted now to join her
To find freedom from the pain
But their was a held that held me
From my man of forty year
I turned and met his tired eyes
And asked of him one last thing
My hand he then let slip away
You’ll always be my angel, my friend


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