Angels are illuminated spiritual beings.
Helping us to see different paths.
The vales we do not fathom.
My affinity for angels started before kindergarten.
Spiral colors and balls of light would appear before me.
Dreams in the night.
Flying with my beautiful guardian friend.
My mother in- law Joan had the same gift.
Knowing when her deceased father was near.
Smells of cherry tobacco filled the air for no reason.
Mom is gone these past six years and so incredibly missed.
Her Lilies of the Valley perfume waft though our home from time to time.
Reminding us, that she is still watching over her family.
Being that glimmer of hope from one vale to the next.
Giving us a sense of loving comfort that angels really do exist. (C) Mary Anne Abdo
Blue Stained Glass 
Beautiful poem
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Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it
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You’re most welcome
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What a lovely poem, thank you, Mary Anne.
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Thank you. It just seemed fitting as a way to remember those who have gone before us. Our loved ones are always watching over us.
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Beautiful lines may be our loving person can go forever but remains alive in our hearts 🥰 well written thanks 👍
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