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My Angel

She lay there
so peacefully
and the memories...

just wash over me.

That girl
on the cheer team
school colored skirt...

and an eye for me.

Those days
at the drive in
paying the movie no mind...

just slow kissing.

The night of the prom
the way she looked
with that new dress on...

and later off, so soft.

Her joy reflected
in her fathers pride
those happy tears...

welling up in her eyes.

Those children
meant everything to her
teaching at the charter school...

love filled all that she would do.

That exhausted sigh
after she whispered "I love you"
to her own child, before he died...

giving birth just to say goodbye.

Last Christmas eve
when she said "don't ever leave"
as I held her, by the fire...

caressing her cheek.

And last Sunday
in her Jammie's all day
wanting nothing...

just quality time, I obliged.

It was supposed to be
a surprise that night
she drove to the corner store...

Valentines, she lost her life.

Now, there so peacefully
I look upon my angel
one last time.

taking her hand in mine...

I whisper "don't ever leave."
as I fall to my knees and  weep
tears filling my eyes...

as I caress her cheek.






— DarkinAZ, Jul 10, 2008

Critiques

RSScheerer

RSScheerer

17 years 11 months ago

My Angel

This piece reminds me of a poem that circulated when I was younger, only a more mature version. I like the way that you kept the stanzas consistent, i.e. stanza/single line, in the beginning; which is what makes it so noticeable when you stopped it. For the sake of consistency, you might want to revise it to fit the original pattern. Other than that, the piece is sadly romantic in the tale it tells. I would not change your content. Best, ~ Ronda
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DarkinAZ

17 years 10 months ago

Yes...

I will edit this soon, I just made it up on the spot and posted. Who knows may be a future Evo poem, eh? Sincerely, Mark
Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Mark

Wow, my friend. I don't know if this is real or not, but no matter, it brought tears to my eyes. Wonderful albeit sad write my friend. Rett: "At twenty, if you are not a Liberal, you have no heart. At Thirty, if you are not a Conservative, you have no brain." Winston Churchill
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 11 months ago

Mark

Beautifully moving, but like Ronda, I got a little distracted in the change of format. This piece leaves you feeling like you just got sucker punched. Outstanding job done my friend. ~Jess K. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~"Save the trees, wipe your ass with an owl..." ~"The grass may be greener on the other side, but it still needs to be mowed..."
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DarkinAZ

17 years 10 months ago

I know,

It will get an edit soon. Thanks, Jess Mark
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Alobar

17 years 10 months ago

Reminds me of a favourite

Reminds me of a favourite folk song I know, "How Beautiful She Looks" by Chuck Brodsky, but maintains a character all its own. I didn't read the original but this hits all the right notes, pulls all the right strings without going over the top and becoming bad TV. And this verse-- That exhausted sigh after she whispered "I love you" to her own child, before he died… giving birth just to say goodbye. absolutely killer, snuck up on me: you forget that part of a completed life is the tragedies, just as much as the joys. Glad this verse is part of the poem, it brought it a step above.... Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)
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DarkinAZ

17 years 10 months ago

Alobar,

Thank you my friend. Glad you enjoyed, Mark

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