Two in the MorningA Poem by Boldapplededicated to my grandmother
Two in the morning,
I opened up my eyes. Everyone sleeping, It was dark outside. Someone nearby, I looked to my side. It was an Angel, Glowing with light. A thought came to me, Was I really this wise? I mingled with my eyes and looked again She was a women soo beautiful her sight, She was standing there obediently, She had tears in her eyes, She was not suffering, Neither was it a surprise, I thanked God for this most beautiful night, When I captured the true love my grandmother had in this life. © 2013 BoldappleAuthor's Note
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