| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/14/2000 2:53:36 AM 10/7/2022 1:48:24 PM | 905 |
The Bluest Angel
Tiny Angel, wings so white,
Watch over me as I pray goodnight,
Let Mommy be safe and happy please,
You in your robes so blue, me on my knees.
I watch you fly in God's grace.
Tiny angel, flit down upon my cupped palms,
Smile up at me, singing, with no qualms.
A voice so ethereal and uplifting,
Carry my heart through a life that's shifting.
Thank you for carrying my prayers to heaven so well.
Bluer than the skies,
Angel with the bluest eyes,
Singing and free,
Thank you for loving me.
Fly always in beautiful childhood dreams.
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By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
A dream, from very early childhood in Madison, WI. This took place when I was three, in the time of the Dinosaur Safari. I think it may have been inspired by watching a show on TV about the Navy flying team, the Blue Angels. You see, to me as a child, airplanes were the grandest vision in the whole world. We lived off an Air Force base. I lived in a world of fast jets, heard sonic booms before they stopped supersonic flight over the continental USA. I woke up crying because the dream was gone.
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Published in the International Library of Poetry's anthology,
"The Hush Of Moonlight", page 65, Library of Congress Number:
ISBN 1-58235-558-4
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/14/2000 2:53:36 AM 10/7/2022 1:48:24 PM | 905 |
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| Janine Daniel | spinnys@hotmail.com | www.spinnys.com | 8/19/2000 6:58:29 AM |
| Did I ever tell you that I lived on a RAAF base when I was young? I grew up with planes being a natural part of my everyday life. Your poem brings back good memories to me. | |||