I knew an angel once,
she was lovely, gracious and kind.
The truest of friends,
She'd stand up to a punch,
And never leave anyone behind.
In her eyes unfolded a tale,
Of journeys near and far.
Of the lessons that turned life's experiences pale,
And the triumphs that shone like the stars.
To help her loved ones she would accept,
The challenge of their lives.
In the midst of the odds when pain had reached it's depth,
Her strength would rise up like a beautiful sunrise.
Suddenly one night, she went away,
Leaving many tears to cry.
But in the wake of her untimely stray,
Our beloved angel now paints the sky.
From the rich colors that for tell the coming of the night,
To the bright and happy pastels that make an afternoon delight.
To the clouds that billow on a gentle breeze,
Or rainy days so blue.
She works her magic with such an ease,
And a variety that's always on cue.
So now when I look back on all the times that she and I had fun,
And reflect fondly on the by and by.
I look up with a smile towards the things to come,
Knowing she's there....my sister,
My angel that paints the sky.
by James M.Williams 1999