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I have watched angel wings die
retracting and cracking with use
struggle with every memory
Feelings slip through my fingers
and stir a thought inside
Lost somewhere in the cracks of time
a memory that can't be made new
the surface rubbed smooth from times hands
faded and dimmed almost to blackness
It reaches up and surrounds me
until it becomes comforting
not to see
not to hear
not to speak in the darkness
which is coming for me
I am fearless because it comforts me
like a blanket
like a friend
Inspired by my late father, Donald Pulley. I love you Daddy.
Copyright © 2002 Jeanne Penrod
