Play me the waltz of the angelsA Poem by Coyote PoetrySome words. I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till we can't no-more. I know in heaven, kind people are waiting for their soldier boy. Today, old age had found me, feet tire, back hurt and the grandchildren in the yard playing. I go outside and we dance in the Fall leaves. I look to the blue sky, I pray to the warm sun, I hope, I am making you proud. I miss you and one day soon, at the great dance in paradise. I will waltz with the angels again. Dancing Coyote © 2019 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on November 25, 2019 Last Updated on November 25, 2019 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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