Stormy PoeticJustice
Angels
I was 7 years old the first time I saw an Angel.
He was outside my window looking in.
I lived on the second floor.
The next day my mother told me that
my uncle had passed away.
I told her that I already knew.
To my surprise,
she believed me.
He had drowned
saving the life of
a stranger.
I remember thinking
“Angels would be more useful if they stayed”.
My second Angel came to me at 16;
I didn’t know it at the time.
She walked through life with such
grace.
She was a teacher of
good will
and a healer
of souls.
Her laugh
made you laugh
no matter how you were feeling
at the time.
And when, at age 34,
she was told she would
die
from the
cancer
that was taking over her
lungs, liver and bones,
she taught me how to
survive.
30 July 2013
For 21 years,
8 months,
3 weeks and
2 days
she watched over me.
She blessed
every life she touched –
especially mine.
Her final words were,
“Mother, I’m dying”.
She was one of those people
who were always right…
And even though
I wanted
more time
with this Angel
of mine
who stayed,
I had to concede the fact
that she was above all a lady.
And
a lady
always
knows
when
to go
Home.