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HER FAVORITE ANGEL

Her mom died when she was young…and though she survived the ordeal

she still misses her when she remembers her…

some wounds will never heal.

 

She remembers how her mom loved pelicans…how they soared on the breeze like a kite…

How she loved all kinds of pelicans…

but her favorite ones were white.

 

And when she walks along the surf…when the sea is tranquil and calm…

if a white pelican soars overhead…

it reminds her of her mom.

 

When she hears the swoosh of the pelican's wings…and sees the smile on its beak…

she instinctively returns a smile

as a tear rolls down her cheek.

 

Then came the day for her to marry…her mom now years out of reach…

she decided to have the ceremony…

in the sand…

upon the beach.

 

Halfway through the service…about the time she took his hand

A flock of pelicans flew overhead…

then landed on the sand.

 

And she again remembered how her mom loved pelicans…

how they soar on the breeze like a kite…

And she had to stop and catch her breath…

because all these pelicans…

were white.

 

It was a beautiful moment…the end of a beautiful day

and when the ceremony was over…

all the pelicans flew away.

 

All the pelicans that is but one…who lingered there a while…

whose beak she swears to this day…

was formed into a smile…

 

She never thought of pelicans as angels…until her wedding night

but now her favorite angel…

is a pelican…

 

painted white.


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