Saturday, December 19, 2009

My Angel

Tonight, I made a snow angel.

She was soft and oh so pretty.

And though the moon was hidden,

Her face was lit by lights from the city.

I felt bad to leave her out in the cold,

So I sat outside and held her hand.

I told of life and love and laughter,

We spoke longer than I planned.

Hours passed and still I spoke on.

Never did she say a single word,

But looking into her eyes,

It was clear that she had heard.

Finally before the cold did me in,

I kissed her hand and held her tight.

And a favor I did ask of my angel,

Simply that she watches over you tonight.

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