Angel of mine
By Michael A Gelb
I had written a poem called “Deaths Door”
My sleeping problem my wife did endure
From when I lost my spouse
It’s only the dog and I at the house
Before I go to bed I shut the light
Something happened to me one night
I felt a hand on my back waking me
Nobody but the dog here with and me
It could have been a night I lost my breath
An angel may have kept me from death
That angel must be my wife
Still watching over my life
She watched over me when she was alive
She must still be helping me to survive
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