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The angel cradled him As she took him home that day, His body bruised and broken, Sadly, she went on her way.
She pinned his broken badge To a chest that drew no air, With her gentle fingers She caressed his tangled hair.
Her endless tears Flowed down her soft cheeks, Through the pearly gates At the end of the golden streets.
Her tears rained down From the weeping sky, As her cries echoed around man, Asking why, oh why?
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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