Wednesday, October 2, 2013

So Much Like an Angel

 
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
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