An Angel of Sorts

In ballet flats and floral dresses She floated through our lives Near enough that we could touch her But not earthbound enough To ever really touch the ground She was an angel of sorts All dainty coffee cups And roses and lovely smells She lived in laughter And the effervescent charm Of all the soft and lovely little things She never was encumbered By the grimy, gritty, muck That we tirelessly waded through Or the snarling demons of the soul That we all wrestled in the dark Then one day, she drifted off, In an elegant cloud of music and … Continue reading An Angel of Sorts