Angel Child
In my mind's eye I can see her,
A gust of wind ripples through golden ringlets,
Blue eyes dance as a wide smile crosses her face,
A dimple indents her warm pink cheek.
Laughing, she claps her chubby hands
While her silver and white wings flutter behind.
She takes one step; then another,
Forward through the grass,
Which shimmers with a radiance I have not seen before.
Her pace increases until her feet barely touch the ground.
At the edge of the deep green grass,
A white sandy beach spreads before her.
She looks first one way, then another
Foamy turquoise water tosses fragments of seashells at her feet.
Other angel-children cavort in the water,
Shrieking with delight...splashing each other,
So that sparkling drops of water shine on their wings and
Golden halos hovering over them.
Then, she sees them.
The three come forward, smiles lighting their eyes
She laughs again, a silver laugh of pure delight.
Their hands meet...and clasp
They turn as one and move away,
Skipping, running, flying...faster and faster
Their wings stream behind them,
Until the four are a distant mote in the deep blue sky.
© Jennifer Junker
