Come back to me when you find yourself
Come back with all of you
The fairy tale we called our own
Was a perfect dream come true
But fate lies in the nature of
This ever-changing world
You may have lost the one you love
But you’ll never lose this girl
You see, I have a pair of wings
And I watch you, everyday
So, when you find yourself again
Know your angel is okay
Kevin Parish 
Beautifully descriptive, Kevin. I like to think we all have an angel looking over us, comforting and guiding us…
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True! Thank you so much! ;-)))
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Achingly beautiful.
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Thank you! ;-)))
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Most welcome 🙂
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This is so beautiful!! Nicely done!
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Thank you so much!
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I love the idea of having a guardian angel!
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Thanks! Me too!
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My thought exactly. Then my next thought was that others might need the guardian angel more.
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I wonder if there aren’t enough for everyone? Hmmm…
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I didn’t think of that, just the chosen few. Hmmm.
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Incredibly beautiful poem!
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Awe… Thank you so much! I very much apreciate it, and I’m so happy you stopped by! ;-)))
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Such vulnerability….. just lovely! ❤️
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Thank you!❤️
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Keep inspiring Kevin! 🙂
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Preciousness…thank you! Good Lord willing.
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Dear Kevin, hoping you could kindly email me:
YBP@passcodelove.com
Or
May I please know your email add?
Would love to send you a special message…, 😊
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Your poem reminded me so much of my dad. Every time a song came on the radio with a character dying and becoming an angel , I’d get his “Angels are a separate order of being” lecture, which I quite enjoyed.
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What a wonderful memory and legacy for you to have tucked away in the gray matter. 😊
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It is. When I was in high school, my dad and I were night owls, and we’d have these conversations late at night.
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My daughter is the only person I can stay up late with (2-3 in the morning) and not realize it… ;-)))
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So you know what it’s like!
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Indeed I do… 😊
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Wow! This is beautifully penned, Kevin!
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Thank you, Winnie! I met someone this past weekend who I believe I wrote this for as they lost their 15 year old daughter two years ago. It just fit…
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You’re welcome, Kevin! Yes, it fits.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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