My Angle Sleeps by Stewart Stafford
My angel sleeps, do not disturb,
Painless and gorgeous in repose,
In resting flight, I still see her,
Her embryonic features now froze.
Many times, she called me father,
And hastened me to her side,
Entwined as one, no one to part us,
Now, the earth’s youthful bride.
Let me cast more soil upon you,
To soften your final resting place,
My heart’s core I leave with you,
To claim back when face to face.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.