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I Love Poetry

I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.
Heaven gives its glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.
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choccymonster · 56-60, M
Here is one I wrote for my niece....

A shining spirit made in heaven above
Sent down to earth to know a family's love,
alas so short a stay, her soaring spirit heading heavens way.
She whispers to us tears not to waste,
With angels now she dwells in holy grace.

John.