The Angel - Poem by Orlando Belo
When my love and I decided to marry,
she mentioned something new.
She told me that an angel had visited her,
more than a time or two.
I didn’t want to challenge her beliefs
even though I certainly did.
So I said perhaps it was her guardian angel
who would protect her while she lived.
She said the first time that she saw The Angel
was when she died at the age of four.
She was in hospital suffering from pneumonia
and had knocked upon heaven’s door.
As the medical team fought to revive her,
The Angel departed with a smile and wave.
When her mother died, she saw The Angel again,
at the cemetery, by her mother’s grave.
The next time she mentioned The Angel,
was on our wedding day.
She said, “The Angel was standing behind the priest, ”
as her father was about to give her away.
The Angel was also there when our children were born,
and present when her father died.
I told her The Angel was a figment of her imagination,
just an illusion from her mind’s eye.
I asked the wife to explain The Angels presence,
and what good did he do.
She said that he brought her immense comfort,
and gave her life meaning too.
Today, I saw two beautiful angels
at the graveside of the wife.
One of them was a stone statue,
and the other gleamed with life.
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