My Angel, My Muse

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My Angel, My Muse

© Christy Hughes

Deep in the night when you lie in your bed
wondering at shadows up over your head
and you pull those soft white sheets to your eyes
do you whisper to God and ask Him why?

Why is she gone and why did she go?
you want to know and you want Him to show
you a reason. So pray as fast as you can.
But unanswered prayers are a part of the Plan.

But when you ask why and your eyes start to cry
and you feel so sad that you think you might die,
listen. Because He will tell you. And cherubs' wings
hug and hold you snug as they sing

a song so sweet like sirens of lore
as you slip into dreams of what was before.

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And then you will see her far away in her bed
where she has the covers pulled up over her head
and she's asking God why as her eyes fill with tears
and she shakes with the fears that nobody hears her
when she asks why and her eyes start to cry
and she feels so lonely she thinks she might die,
she listens. And He tells her. And angels' wings
hug and hold her snug as they sing

a song so sweet like sirens of lore
as she slips into dreams of what was before.

And she sees the little girl far away in her bed
with the covers pulled up around her head
and she smiles through the pain
when He answers 'you will be together again.'

Source: My Angel, My Muse, Mother Death Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-angel-my-muse#ixzz2C6EQrbbC 
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White Mushroom

Some things are too painful and traumatic to put to your own words; a poem is all that will suffice. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.