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They Call Her An Angel
by Melissa Arel
They call her an angel -
Her porcelain skin, fairer than the crescent moon
Her sunshine curls, brighter than the burning sun
Eyes of irridescent liquid blue clouds tell a thousand stories
Her cherry cheeks, softer than rose petals
Her infectous smile, sweeter than honeycomb
She sleeps among a pile of woven blankets
with only her small creamy legs showing
Drowning in her comfort, her lip quivers
as she dreams of starry fairies and teddy bears
Her wings and halo hang quiely off her bedpost
as the night fireflies keep watch outside her window
They call her an angel
I call her my baby sister, Gabrielle
03/16/2001
Posted on 03/05/2003
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/05/03 at 09:06 PM Ah, i do remember this one Mel..and now Gabrielle can grow up along with her niece or nephew...enchanting poem, enchanting angel |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/07/03 at 04:03 AM Wonderful tribute Melissa! An angel I'm sure we all can relate to in our own lives. |
| Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 03/09/03 at 08:13 PM She is very beautiful ... Sisters are a true gift!! =0) |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 03/16/03 at 08:50 PM Such a pretty poem for a pretty little girl! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/17/03 at 04:00 AM Gabby is a cutie and so is the poem....Charlie |
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