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Angel

A poem

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The layered bridesmaid petticoat
you wore as an angel, no, fairy,
everywhere we went, wand and wings

To me you are an angel, no, fairy
in my mind before your birth
feely came with you everywhere

Feely got irretrievably lost one day
my woebegone, sad angel, no, fairy
a lion so soft arrived, you named him Niamh

You are no longer small in petticoat
you wore always, my angel, no, fairy
so I am homesick now my angel

I smuggled Niamh into the wash sometimes
you waited for him to smell just right
held to your face, my sweet angel

I’m homesick for driving around to find Niamh
before him, feely, my angel, no, fairy
homesick for you my sweet angel

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By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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