Angela’s Winter

Angelas Winter short poem

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She stood by the golden door by heaven’s gate.
Watching the snow falling from heavens storehouse
missing her mother and family very much.
Such a short time since she been gone from the earth
years ago.
Loving the winter with her mother throwing snowballs.
But Angela knew very soon the winter would fade away.
She could see meeting her mother at heaven’s gate and being together forever.
Angela’s winter would be no more.

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Mahrukh Ali

Hi Betty…had goosebumps when I read your poem. Almost felt like a story telling…brilliant!


Mam i think your poem is very nice and yes UR daughter must be looking you from up and she appreciating you.



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