So much like an
angel,
She moved upon the
green,
A quality grace and
poise
And beauty seldom
seen.
She took her place
among the rest,
Yet shown above them
all,
Like an angel in a
painting
Of the heavens I
recall.
She did not have a
word to say,
And still I heard a
song,
A music that
surrounded her
And rose above the
throng.
Now there she stands,
a woman grown,
Of loveliness and charm.
It seems that not
long ago
I held her in my arm,
A newborn child with
promise
From the moment of
her birth
Brought a special bit
of heaven
Upon this gloomy earth.
She brings with her
the glory
Of some celestial
light
To share in
celebration
And brighten up the
night.
Stan Sanford
©2002 Stan Sanford
