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One More Angel To Fly…

Your wings had grew

You were ready to fly

After your death

You took to the sky


We may be confused

May not understand

If we’d realised you hurt

We could have held your hand


But your up there now

Looking down at as all

Keeping watch

Finally standing tall


There’s no one to blame

Not you and not I

You did what you had to

One more angel to fly


Heaven is blessed

To have you there

We will meet again

Someday, somewhere x


This is a short poem I wrote in December 2015 after the funeral of a friend who tragically took her own life.


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