A Pair of Angel Hands
As a child, hiding from suffocating strife
She would imagine a pair of angel hands
Cupped around her face
Warm and gentle
Like a summer breeze
There, there, they would whisper
Softly drying her tears.
Ethereal, but tangible.
She could feel arms cocooning her
From the storm raging outside the cupboard door.
Settling the fear, sadness and frustration
In her tiny soul.
Quelling the vengeful spirit
Broiling her insides
As it waited for an opportunity
To tear its way out and wreak havoc
In the embrace of those ghostly arms
Peace and comfort would engulf her
A sense that all would eventually be well
An inner calmness
Would seep into her every atom
Her sob-wrung weary chest would ease
And she could finally lay down to rest
And sleep the sleep of the innocent.
© Kate McClelland 2016
Photo Pixabay
This is beautiful!
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Thank you so much, that’s very kind of you to say :0)
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Such a strong piece of work Kate. I love it x
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Thanks so much Shehanne, means a lot when you say it :0)
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Aw Kate, that is so kind. I feel it captures the way we have all felt x
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Thanks again Shehanne that means a lot, really :0)
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You are very welcome Kate. You are great at capturing the little things about people, about situations, about feelings.
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On my face is the biggest smile, thank you Shey xx
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