Broken Wings

Dian Hall


I entered quietly and took a
chair, there he sat,
small and fair.
His head was bowed
in contemplation.
I felt my heart beat
with fascination.
For what I saw was an
angel indeed.
So young, so beautiful,
in total defeat.
I felt my tears surface,
about to spill.
A love in my heart
began to fill.
My heart said where
is his guardian angel,
this tot with broken wings?
Was he not assigned
an angel to protect
till he found a mother
with which to cling?
A silent and loving voice
within me whispered.
There has been no mother,
no father, no sister.
You see I sent you to this place,
you are to be his mother,
to change his fate.
So I took him right then
and his angel appeared
How do I know?
His wings have burst
forth after two years.


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