~ Angel In Cotton Print ~

As I walked down the corridor I saw her sitting there
She was looking for someone  to speak  or to  care
I knew not her name or from where she came
But the joy on her face as I approached was priceless.

She grabbed my arm  and tried to speak
In her mind .....I was the one she did seek
I could tell she'd had a stroke
No way  could I understand all the words she spoke.

But one  of  the  things I understood her to say
... "Do you know  ME?"
Pretending that I did ....
I hugged her and told her how pretty she looked
While I listened  to her joy and watched the light in her eyes,
as she babbled on like a sparkling brook.

And  I prayed to heaven God Bless this poor soul
with the  bluest  of  eyes as bright as the skies.
Her hair  shone like silver and  her dress  was of cotton print
She reminded me of an Angel that was Heaven sent,
whose wings had been clipped.

As I gently told her goodbye and continued on my way
Thinking to myself......
God spoke to me that day

Bonnie Ray
© 2003 used with permission
BonnieGoldfire@aol.com

This happened to me yesterday as I went
 to the nursing home to visit
another old friend there---
I tell you dear it broke my heart .

In this busy crazy world ---the old ones ---
are forgotten treasures .
And we are the lost ...not them.


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