Who is that angel that let us pick strawberries in her backyard garden…
Who is that angel that gently held the ropes of a red sleigh and guided us down the small mound of snow we thought was a mountain…
Who is that angel that claims me as her favorite…
Who is that angel that led me to the hen house and held my hand to shield me from the angry hens as we harvested eggs…
Who is that angel that put extra whipped cream in my hot chocolate at the restaurant…
Who is that angel that created the most memorable breakfasts of eggs cooked just right with biscuits and bacon…
Who is that angel that never joined us for breakfast but scurried around filling juice into the colorful metallic cups always doing for others…
Who is that angel that held my hand as we walked through the fruit orchard on the other side of the heavy white wooden gates…
Who is that angel that would comb her hair at night and manicure that beautiful ponytail…
Who is that angel who shared her love of those beautiful red roses with all who looked upon them…
Who is that angel that kissed my cheeks as an infant and kissed my cheeks as a grown man…
Who is that angel whose smile can light up a room with its sincerity…
Who is that angel whose hands and eyes have created pictures on canvas that I get lost in…
Who is that child… that mother…that grandmother and that great-grandmother… it is you…
by Shannon R Killman
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