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Wings of an Angel

Author: Ed Roberts
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It’s Ten PM

I turn to her

Give her a gentle kiss on the lips

And in a soft voice

Wish her "sweet dreams"

 

I lay there

Quietly

Motionless

Watch the moonlight

As it slowly bathes her

In its gentle radiance

 

It doesn’t take long

Mere moments

Before you can see them

Spreading slowly from her shoulders

Covered in feathers

Dipped in moonbeams

 

Every night

She quietly spreads

Her silver wings

 

When I am finally sure she lies there

Sleeping

I slip from beneath the covers

Carefully creep to the dresser

And as quiet as I can

Remove the scissors from my drawer

One by one

I clip them

Silver feathers

That silently fall to the floor of our bedroom

Each morning

With the hint of the dawn

They disappear

Wisps or mere memories

Leaving not a single trace

 

 Yes

Each night

I clip the wings of an angel

Hold her here

Earthbound

For just another day

 

I know the day is coming

When God will finally take her

The feathers come back

So much quicker than they did before

 

I hope He understands

And when my time comes

He is forgiving

And if not

To me it doesn’t matter

To keep us together

For but a few more hours

In the end

I would gladly trade my wings in

For hers

Ed Roberts 7/04/06

 



This article was published on:
7/9/2006 2:34:00 AM

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