Angel In My Eyes

Angel In My Eyes short poem

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You there, strong-willed and so brave, smart and so kind.
You there sitting and having a hard time, eyes holding back tears you’re afraid to let flow.
Let them fall angel, let them all go.
You’re not just a fighter baby that fought in a ring,
you’re a fighter everyday angel in life and you sing,
So sing loud baby, sing proud angel, you’ve got this you see?
You’re not just a player on a big field of green, you’re a player of life and all that she brings.
You can kick all of your troubles angel out-of-the-way, you don’t need a ball baby to make it OK.
You’re not just a skater baby on a slick rink of glass, you’re a glider, a fighter who will kick this thing’s rear.
You’ve got all you need to make this life great.
You’ve got strength, you’ve got love and a beautiful fate.
You skate across my soul every day in a way that’s just right.
You angel are my everything morning, day and at night.
See you are everything you once were, only this time much more.
You’re my fighter, my player, my skater for sure.

You’re an angel in my eyes, nothing less, forever more.

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Terri L Earls

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I just love writing, its therapy for me. I love reading other poems, getting inspired, feeling the pain or happiness that lie within the paragraphs or lines. I work in the medical field where I see decline in health everyday, death, and depression, its easy to get lost in the grim reality of it all. But writing is a way for me to escape, reading is a way for me to escape, So here I am. :)
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asoke kumar mitra

great write………loved it………


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