Looking like love whether asleep or awake
I love my little angel face. She’s time everlasting
the winds lay at her feet.
Angels guard her doorstep. The sun
lightens her path. The moon is her friend
they talk every night.
I love my little angel face
she makes my burdens alight.
Life moves and dances about her
Like a night at the ballet.
What a joy to have in my life
my little angel face.
Mere words are difficult
trying to explain what’s in my
heart. The love I feel will take
much more to express what’s
what with me and my little angel face.
I could write, and write, and write
from now on but I can’t ever really
explain what love and joy I feel
for my little angel face… Only
time can reveal. No matter what
my angel face is my must. I have to have
my baby girl; my granddaughter; my little angel face.
I hope that someone gets the gist
of what I’m trying to express.
I love my little angel face
and she’s the family crest.
‘the moon is her friend/they talk every night’
These lines struck a chord with me, a sudden burst of nostalgia for something long gone, I loved this poem, what a beautiful sentiment and a wonderful muse to have to fuel these words. Beautiful poetry.
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Thanks Bunches
I love this poem. I read it to your angel face & WE love YOU!