angel child

just remembering his smile

draws the tear from my eye

he was like an angel child

beautiful enough to make me cry



his laugh could melt the stone

he could always find a way

to warm me to the bone

he knew exactly what to say



his body was solid and quick

it was warm on chilly winter days

and comforting when i'd been sick

perfect in every single way



the angel child was called home

during a thundering night

leaving me all alone

with no one else in sight

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not really about a "child", but a loving boyfriend who was gentle like a child--he never raised his hand to me----then he was dead

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