Open Poetry #12 |
A Little Girl's Angel |
Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
This poem was written about my little girl who's Autistic. Oh, this little angel who cuddles into me asking for a "favorite" a kiss, or two, or three Blue eyes twinkle brightly with giggles in the air The sweetest little doll so delicate and fair Whispering of fairies that hide within the trees Oh, this little angel and the magic that she sees Dancing with a ribbon swirling circles through the air And every shade of gold is woven in her hair You kiss goodbye your angel that you've held onto so long and you cuddle in my arms and sing a little song Nothing stays the same and I guess you've learned that well I kiss away your tears as my heart begins to swell We rock away the night just my little girl and I slowly counting stars as she learns to say goodbye To capture and live a moment is truly living |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
DreamKeeper~ Such a lovely poignancy to this piece. What a beautiful cuddling you've shared with us. Special children always get special mommies. *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
Thanks Marge, she is a very very special little girl. The way she sees the world is just wonderful. To capture and live a moment is truly living |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A very, very poignant piece....well done! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
this is absolutely wonderful. . . she's a very lucky little girl. . . would that we all could see the world this way. . . beautiful. . . ------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
Isn't it wonderful how these little ones feel in our arms! I wish I could bottle that feeling. This is too beautiful for words. Thanks for sharing. Hugs, ME |
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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
Angels decreed in human guise hold more than one surprise in giving their teaching shines so brightly remember Angels care not for time Nor place or places beyond their first best truest home they breathe not as you or I but life HeavenSent She searching for wings knows more Than Alexandrias library lost or the not secret knowledge buried beneath the paws of that we call the Sphinx a riddle for humankind only love For blue eyed Angels who see naught but truth in immortal unceasing loves glistening light Angels say goodnight but Never Goodbye On this day of love's rejoice lift thy angel to sing her dance for we the brutal humans who aspire to a moment of real love awakening we need "Time is merely change. It neither enslaves nor determines us. It is instead our opportunity for self-definition" [This message has been edited by ATelamon (edited 02-14-2001).] |
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