This is dedicated to my precious 8 year old granddaughter Brooke. When I watch her sleep she looks like and angel.
And angel lies sleeping
Stardust in her hair
Eyelids fluttering softly
A dream lingers there
Kissed by and angel
Cheeks rosy red
Clouds for a pillow
Asleep in her bed
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Fairies dance around
In her nursery rhyme world
She swings on the moon
And angel haired girl
A smile on her lips
Thinking no one can see
She's dancing on a cloud
With Ken and Barbie
So sweet and I know Linda as a Poppy to two little angels of my own exactly what you describe so eloquently. Love the graphic and the poem dear friend and love to see you posting again. I have missed you.
Fee
Reviewed by Donna Long (Reader)
Reviewed on July 20, 2006
Love the poem mama, The picture favors Brooke!
Love, Donna
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I love it! Superb poem!
Becca
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Prayers for you!
Beautiful and mellifluous composition... "Sleeping Angel" inspires and enchants.
Thank You, Poet for making this world worthy.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Fee
Love, Donna
Your True Friend,TRASK