My head was whirring away full pelt and my eyes wide open not even thinking of sleep as Steve lay beside me breathing deeply having dropped off an hour ago. There is always so much to do before going off to a race and I haven’t even finished the washing let alone ironing, folding and packing. Both of our transition backs are checked off and packed though…. Days ago. That is the direction of our priorities.
As I sat propped up trying
to make myself and order of ‘To Do’ jobs in my notebook, I glanced now and then
at the simple little glass Angel that has hung from the wall light by the side
of my bed for at least ten years, since a friend who visited me when I was
suffering a bout of Labyrinthitis. She brought it with a get well note as a
token that she was thinking of me.
My eyes went back to that
little angel time after time until I turned to page of my notebook and started
to write.
Glass Angel
A little angel just a few
inches high
Given by a friend years
ago
Tiny gold wings suggest
she can fly
Hangs by my bed so very
near by
Barely attached a hovering
halo
Finger tips touch in a prayerful
sigh
Palest pink gown seems gently
to drift
Floating choir like down
an aisle
Raised dots lent texture
to her shift
A skirt of glass too heavy
to lift
Peacefully for me she
prays a while
Simple image helps my
thoughts to sift
Most pure of form so plain
of design
Kind gesture in a low
moment for me
Complications levelled
airily divine
Clarity to charity to warm
and align
Things not always as we
might see
Mysterious contentment in
comfort fine
Fairy like angel of see
thru’ style
Catches light rays starting
to glisten
Can she hear my heat once
in a while
My minute hopes ease her
lips a smile
Draw my needs in through
glass to listen
Offer my message o’er
heavenly styles
Does my little angel hear
me as I pray
Envelope a private missive
to pass along
Who can dismiss such
ideals or display
Most clear believe in many
a day
Translate dreamy hopes wisped
into song
Keep me on my journey
along the way
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