A Feathered Poem – Week 26

Angel of 2023

If I could hold you
protect you
keep you innocent
and dressed up bright,
your happiness
would enjoy the world
and your christmasses
would be white.

I hear a bell
somewhere.
Is it you
ringing from afar?
Is it a church, a train perhaps,
or a reindeer towing a star?

You are an angel,
holding tight
to those you’ve left behind,
Playing games with us
creating quite a fuss
as you never leave our mind

If I could hold you
one time more
I’d never let you go.
You died in war.
I soon will too,
colouring the wintersnow.

If I could hold you,
protect you,
keep you innocent
and dressed up bright
your happiness
would enjoy the world
and your christmasses
would be white.