My Angels

As the sun starts to rise,
I see the beauty before my eyes.
Not a movement.
Not a sound.
Silence all around.
Suddenly outta the corner of my eye,
a tiny feather slowly falls from the sky.
I hear a whisper call my name.
I turn around to see,
but no one was there.
I knew my angel had came.
Is it you mom?
Is it you dad?
Are you here so i dont feel so sad?
A cool breeze gently brushes across my face.
It gave me a chill.
Thats when I knew they were here still.

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