A Winter Angel
Her long honey-gold curls rest in my hand,
The smokey-blue eyes look up for kindness.
Cheeks, a soft pink, make everyone gaze in awe!
Her numb fingers lightly touch my arm,
A warm glow of happiness and love flows through me.
I think of how beautiful she would be next winter,
My little cherry blossom makes the winter more joyful.
Now asleep in my arms, she dreams of color,
I will never let go of my winter angel.
poem by Roni Lane
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