Snow Angel

Snow Angel

A Poem by Chiquita
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I was on my way to work the other day and from out of nowhere, I see this snow angel on the side of my driveway. It has been a very long while since such innocense has been acquainted with my now 17 year old daughter. Much pain has buried her in broken

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Somewhere out there,
now in yesterdays gone past,
one little girl lie down to create
wonderful, whimsical snowangels.
A gift from heaven, she was.
Now memories of the angelic
give way to the turmoil of adolescence.
Everyday ushers in new drama.
Layers of pain blanket my angel.

When did your
halo fall?
Echoes of Innoscense
ring in my ears.
Echoes sound just beyond my reach.


Have you seen my
angel?
Verily, I ask you, dear
echo, which way did she go?

You see, she was
once here with a halo
upon her brow.

Broken, the halo fell.
Ever day assaulted her.
Every touch from her preditor
now a thorn in her crown.

Cast from heaven,
once glorious,
my angel lies broken.
Eternity’s wings have been clipped.

An angel lies crying,
gaining knowledge of good
and evil, love and hate.
In her world there is
no flutter of angel wings.

Verily, verily
I ask of you, dear echo,
“Someday, will she soar?
Is yesterday lost forever?
Tomorrow will my angel fly?”.

“Much pain she will
endure, but fly again, she will.”,

in the night the echo speaks.
“Now the world shall have it’s way.

Tomorrow brings new flight.
Hope will win the war.
Eternity will see your angel soar.”.

“Night time cloaked
in darkness,
gains this battle’s victory, yet
heaven awaits
the return of it’s wounded.”

“Broken halos are gathered.
Rings of broken purity,
in heaven will be restored.
Now the world wages war
‘gainst our angels, both mine and yours.”


Yesterday’s angel hobles wounded.
echos of her fluttering wings
speak of tomorrow’s hope. 
Today she will lie down and
etch snow wings into the ground...
reminding me of the past’s beauty,
directing me toward the future’s promise.
An unexpected encounter,
yet the angel lying in the snow has spoken.


Words settle gently near my soul,
in a voice not heard with ears.
This voice is heard in the heart. 
Here deep in my chest, right next to who I am


you can hear the rhythmic message of hope.
Of a new day, it whispers.
Untold are the mysteries of promises yet fulfilled.
 

© 2008 Chiquita


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I adore this and will come back to read your longer works......

Posted 13 Years Ago


Incredible piece. My God, innocence lost is so painful. As a father, I've come to realize a truth about parenthood. Do not try and judge how you've done as a parent until your child is in their mid thirties. I did not regain my sanity until I was 35, and even then it was a slow process. Only then did the values and deceny my parents tried to instill, I found myself trying to instill in my own sons. Great piece. Rain..

Posted 13 Years Ago


Cool piece! I like! When did the world become more than snow angels, sand castles, Legos, and never-ending board games? Oh, for innocence lost!

Great write!

-Gabe


Posted 13 Years Ago


To witness a teen doing something they had delighted in as a child shows hope....there is still a little girl in there, and despite her troubles, she can still access the little girl.

A beautiful piece here.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful inspiration, you never know what you see and how it will affect you. For me, I see few coincidences in this world. Everything means something, if you know what to look for. As for the poem, well done, although i feel if you were to take another look at it, you may find some things you could change.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The mother of three....agrees and understands this piece....so eloquent and so much emotion pouring from it!

Verily, verily
I ask of you, dear echo,
"Someday, will she soar?
Is yesterday lost forever?
Tomorrow will my angel fly?".

"Much pain she will
endure, but fly again, she will.",

in the night the echo speaks.
"Now the world shall have it's way.

I have one left at home...she is 19...and her teenage years have been a dance with the devil...lol.....we love them so completely....and understand life on a level they cannot imaging yet....sighs....ours is the plight of how a mother loves.....

Wonderful piece....the title snagged me and I couldnt pass it up - Sharon

Posted 13 Years Ago


It's been so long since we've had enough snow for my children to play in. I want to see their snow angels so that I'll have the memory when they turn into teenage monsters. . .

This was a moving write . . .

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

my daughter is also 17...and it has been months seen I've seen the angel she was. Those teenage years are killers no doubt. Yet, every once in a while...she lets that angel out...reminding me that beneath all the self-centeredness and grumpiness that comes with this time in her life...one day when she is past this phase she will be my angel again. I love that you've ended this piece with such hope for the future...always looking forward.

laura

Posted 13 Years Ago


its post Christmas and my heart and soul are rankled and ired and grinchy yet this poem bubbled up within me - resonant and and sublimely written and I am teary eyed...and hopeful again. Beautiful writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You have written with such love and tenderness. The pain of watching your child go through the turmoil of what life has thrown in her path, and the promise of better days ahead for her. Seeing her not for the chaos that has surrounded her, but seeing her for the angel she will always be to you.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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