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Sometimes her little wings are hidden,
By little outstretched arms that care.
Sometimes you can't see her halo,
But you always know its there.
Her angel's gown of brilliant white,
Is shielded from mine eyes.
But my heart and soul confess,
An angel in disguise.
Her soft, serene, little spirit,
Makes even the cherubs cry.
But they rejoice, they laugh and sing,
For a spirit that never dies.
In statue, both petite and small,
How could one exude such love?
Unless the Father, and The Son,
Sent her, from above.
Dedicated to my daughter, the angelic Morgan, whose testimony is as simple as her presence to all who meet
her.
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