An Angel In Brooklyn Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

An Angel in Brooklyn
Was born to my sister in law.
The weather was fine
But my brother missed her
Passed away he did
His heart failed.
My sister 5 months pregnant
A burden to bear
Soul mate Attique
for 17 years
Had become Mom and Dad
For when my angel appeared
The whole world cheered.

My brother in law, Attique,
watches over her from Heaven.
wondering why he was taken
at such a yound age.
Tortured soul in agony
watching his daughter grow up.
Spitting image of her father.
Saw her two years ago.
Light as a feather
A delight to hold.
Baby angel I hear your sweet voice
I hate to put down the phone
I think of you and your older sisters
and my wish to come to NYC

Please God gimme a lottery ticket
to win so that I could live in Brooklyn
with my angel.