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Rhianna's Angels

We brought out markers as we had done
So many times before,
She formed a circle-it had eyes,
And yet, there's so much more!

She looked at me, asked if I saw
The angel she had drawn,
My two year old had pointed out
"See! - Angels with my Mom!"

Shocked as I was-and so amazed,
Inquired her, I tried.
"What color is their hair, my sweet?"
"It's white, and oh, so high!"

"They sing to me at night, they do!
And have such little feet!"
I asked her if they scared her so...
"Oh, No, Mom-they're so sweet!"

Of all the words and pictures
I had taught in her short life,
I thought her years too young to
Show an angel clothed in white!

"There's six of them, they come to me
And hold me as you sleep",
"Oh honey, do they talk to you?
"Oh no, they're deaf, I think!"

They say that only children see or feel
An angels' kiss,
Tonight I am, indeed, convinced,
Such " beings" do exist!

Karen O'Connor
Kaorose@cs.com