Angel Dust Upon Her Hair
by Antoinette Kopperfield — Read all 219 poems by Antoinette Kopperfield
A birthday poem for one my three daughters who will be 26 on Thursday.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
There is a babe upon the earth
with sparkles in her eyes
The gift of laughter
from her lips
she brings to those who cry
Her song of joy a whistled tune
to birds in morning sun
and then the light within her walk
is seen by those who mourn
The angel dust upon her hair
her beauty ever still
The glow upon her shining face
her love an endless will
Beneath her dreams of midnight sun
she sings to those with none
and once again her light is felt
Her soul with travels done
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