Since I have difficulty saying nice things about myself, I'll just let you read a poem written by my darling little sister expressing her views on me. Careful it made me cry.......Here it is.....Angel Born.....Such simple words scratched and scrawled ~~ In a vain attempt to praise you ~~
Angels noticed and stared appalled ~~
They said dried ink won’t phase you ~~A creature born of ash and dust ~~
Then blossomed from the bitter ~~
Roses jealous of beauty such ~~
That it caused them all to wither ~~Baby face, still young and fresh ~~
But her soul believes it’s older ~~
The years didn’t taint her gentle flesh ~~
They just settled on her shoulder ~~A masterpiece sculpted from fate ~~
The most breathtaking on the shelf ~~
But saddest still up to that date ~~
She couldn’t see her for herself ~~Her canvas now are why angels stare ~~
They watched a garden grow from silt ~~
Yet still they think she isn’t fair ~~
She left them for this body, earthly built. ~~~~~~~ fantasy layout @ HOT FreeLayouts.com MyHotComments
