An Angel Flight Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962

Not long ago I saw her,
As in her younger days.
She sat upon the fresh green grass
As I could only gaze.

She clasped her hands together
As they rocked to and fro,
The whitest things I ever saw;
Her angel wings, you know.

Gleaming with her smiling eyes,
A look I so adore.
In doing so, she warmed my heart.
The way she did before.

She spoke not a single word.
Nor did I wish her to.
For she was, well, just as she was;
The girl I'd loved so true.

Placing them upon the grass,
And patting it with care,
Her hands sure meant for me to come
And take my place right there.

Seeing how I looked at her,
She gave a pleasant sigh.
Then shook her head and smiled again,
This apple of my eye.

Sitting there, she kissed my cheek
And my heart skipped a beat.
Just as it had before, when I
Had placed it at her feet.

Then she stood, and I got up
As if I had no weight.
I don't believe on earth we feel
A love so warm and great.

Slowly, as we left the ground,
Her wings spread left and right.
I somehow threw away the fears
I always had of flight.

Firmly now, in her embrace,
We up and flew away.
Whatever doubts or fears I had,
Just disappeared that day.

As we drifted on the breeze
That blows through Heaven's skies;
I doubt if you have known such joy,
Or seen such through your eyes.

We flew not so far away,
But just around the bend.
I guess she knew that this was not
The day my life would end.

When she flew me back to earth,
I guess it took awhile;
For me to speak and voice my thanks
To her, and it, her smile.

Then it happened once again,
The thing that angels do.
She promised to return someday,
The day my life is through.

As she spread her wings again
And gently left in mirth,
I wondered at this girl I'd known
And loved so much, on earth