Angel In Cotton Print
As I walked down the corridor
I saw her sitting there
She was looking for someone
to speak or to care
I knew not her name or
from where she came
But the joy on her
face was priceless
She grabbed my arm and
tried to speak
In her mind..
I was the one she did seek
I could tell she'd had a stroke
No way could I understand
all the words she spoke
But one of the things
I understood her to say
Do you know ...ME ?
Pretending that I did...
I hugged her and told her
how pretty she looked
While I listened to her joy
And watched the light in her eyes
As she babbled on like
a sparkling brook
And I prayed to heaven
God Bless this poor soul
With the bluest of eyes
as bright as the skies
Her hair shone like silver and
her dress was of cotton print
She reminded me of an Angel
that was heaven sent
Whose wings had been clipped
As I gently told her goodbye
and continued on my way
Thinking to myself..
God spoke to me that day!!
By Bonnie Ray 2003
All Rights Pertected
This happened to me when I went
to visit a friend at the nursing home.
It broke my heart she seemed so alone.
In this busy crazy world---
the old ones-- are lost treasures
We are the lost ...not them
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