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My Angel
by Candace Turner
Stretching her pale body
She rises from a mattress ticking sky
I hear her whispered halleluiahs
Altering the heavens with her every breath
She does not know I’m watching
Watching her dance across the choppy sea of stuttering clouds
Form as fragile as a puff of smoke
She does not know I’m waiting
Waiting for her to hear my lullabies
It is almost time for us to meet
A piercing cry announces
Her final break with heaven
Hello, my beautiful angel child
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