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The Angel in the Cobweb
by casey
Rated: E | Poetry | Death | #1873109
We all have our ways of working through the grief.

** Image ID #1873113 Unavailable ** Original Doll by Jacqueline Casey; photo by Casey.

"The *Angel in the Cobweb”

My mother was an angel many ways;
An uncomplaining vigil did she keep
from nursing home she spent her later days
yet wanted to escape and be with me.

I lived and worked in yet another state.
And separation made it more than tough.
She counted visits but did not berate
and I was sad the trips were not enough.

She once did visit me ; it was sublime
and slept in what she called my “princess bed”
and said she hoped to visit other times;
the room with lacy pillows and the spread.

My mom received her wings; left earthly space
and from my guilty heart the tears would flow
until appeared near bed the perfect place;
in corner was a wondrous cobweb show!

The beauty of an angel did appear;
and so she flew within the web it seemed,
assured me love was from another sphere
all covered with some laces as she beamed!



*If you believe in angels, and many do, then you know my story is true. Two months after my mother passed away, the figure of an angel did appear in my bedroom in a huge cobweb. I had been in a state of deep grief. A poor housekeeper, I avoided cleaning the room where Mom had stayed when she last visited me.

It was my husband who first brought it to my attention and pointed out the figure in the cobweb. She was about 12 " in height and similar to the angel doll I had made for mom on her last birthday. When I tried to photograph the figure in the cobweb, the light bouncing from the window kept changing the eye of the camera. The angel in the cobweb did not “translate” into a photo of what I was seeing in reality! Could it be that real angels are not meant to be photographed? The message; the figure of the doll I had made for her could be from only one person. I considered it a gift of love and forgiveness from my mother, for that was the message I needed.

(for photos of my dolls: http:www.picturetrail.com/caseydolls)
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