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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 © 2019 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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