The broken winged angel

She is the one's who has no face

The one who no one has seen

She silently stands there watching

And praying

Her wings though were fully visible

Plain as day

Beautiful

And clean

As the days passed by

No one seemed to notice

As if she were a statue

Sitting on the end of the building

One day I noticed something

The edges of her wings had turned a bit

ugly

And she was dying

Soon after the broken angel

Tattered and injured

Managed to fly

With those same gray feathers

It was graceful

And yet no one else noticed

Besides me

That broken angel

And yet

....

I never got to see her face

Author's Note

My great aunt died last night. She was 80 and died of brain cancer. Someone I've never met but I still felt depressed over her death. So I made this poem for her.

You will be missed great aunt kathy, even if I never got to meet you.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

A lovely tribute to your aunt. I am sorry for your loss. Even if we haven't met someone, family is family and loving hearts hurt.

[unsavable_soul]

Sorry to hear of your loss, this piece is a very nice honoring of her. I hope you are at peace with the loss. Be well and take care.
Chris

[Sami Khalil]

Sorry for the loss. This was a great tribute. May she rest in peace...:)