A poem for Debbie, Bill
and Amanda...
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An Angel's Tickle
By: Marc A. Turner - Copyright ©2001
In a sound sleep,
not a word had been spoken
But with an Angel’s tickle…
I was awoken
Why would she do that…
tickle me awake?
Silly little Angel…
you made me itch for Pete’s sake
I scratched where you itched me,
hmmm that felt strange
A tiny little bump…
I‘d never noticed the change
Thoughts in my head
that were always right there
Flooded in and they gave me…
one heck of a scare
I put on a good face,
to show others I was brave
But inside me… my mind,
all kinds of images raged
Without any notice…
something lifted my chin
Told me I’m fighting…
this thing will not win
It’s scary as hell
facing the reality of life
But tougher than most…
I am a mom and a wife
I’ll bust this disease
and read it the Miranda
For me, my husband
and our sweet daughter Amanda.
An Angel’s Tickle
was the thing that got to me
It scared me real bad…
but it sure set me free
So wake me anytime,
you are always welcome here
With my Angel around…
there is nothing to fear.
06/05/02
Backgrounds by Marie
