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My Angel

Another chapter from My Angel collection

My Angel

 
And just like that 
once again, she was here 
her glow, warmer than it's ever been
my cold trembling hands
now still, almost as if
they were paying attention
to what was in my room 
and the light, so bright
as if this time, she had brought down from the sky 
a thousand stars to comfort me 
my eyes closed of course
but I knew, I just knew
because
she told me, the last time she came
she promised, next time
she would bring something
incredibly special with her 
and she did
and of course, as I always do
once she leaves 
I reflect on the moment 
and on the miracle
that has graced my side once again
and all I can imagine   
is…
this wonderful universe really is, full of life.

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Bernie Martin

I think the sort of matter of fact way you start this poem "and just like that once again she was here" contrasts with what the rest of your writing reveals. 
And you create the picture really well through your choice of words. "As if she had brought down the sky" definitely conjures an image for the reader. 
And the impression that you didn't need to see what had been brought to know what it was is conveyed by your words. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dearest Bernie, how wonderful it could be to really know what if anything exists outside in the universe. Thank you dear friend. 🌹 

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