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Kathi Nordone
Beautybellajoy
Angel of Forgiveness
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"I saw an Angel on a postcard Playing a lute, I loved that 'Angels' truth, I heard that 'Angels' song. So I took my Angel home to a friends Easel and white canvas, I made a painting of it, a bigger Angel, Electric Blue. In the morning, I left it, when I moved.
Yet with me, through the rain, I carried the Postcard in a Dollar Glassframe.
(Angel see me through ~ I want to be closer to you)
"You can't stay here. "You've got a father, Find your father!
But where. someway she found her fathers number.
a Soldier in the past, many years, since they spoke last.
(on the cold floor - tears falling down, she dialed)
"Hello?" Is this my daughter? Yes, it is.
I have something for you!
I've been saving it, in case I ever saw you again.
"You're gonna' love it!"
her life was in danger, hopeless eyes said,
as she met him on 6th Ave,
His disguised by years of hard life,
"as he handed me a bag"
"" and there within my arms was
"My Angel"
My Angel with the Lute ""
Only it was Antique Gold and Bigger too.
My Angel of Forgiveness - my Angel of Truth.
"I am not beaten, I have a song, I'm not defeated ~ Somewhere to go.
Gilded Gold Antique Print her father handed her in a hefty bag.
"Angel, carried me Home."
The Antique Angel from my father, my Electric Blue Painting
and the little Angel of Forgiveness print 1992.
1986: I found the first kiss print in a closet. My sister said it was from our father -she gave it to me. Inspired with hope, I sketched it through the night. Then I called and found my father, tried to remind him of his innocence and for a few years he agreed to send Angels, even after saying, "No, I'm no good, I killed people in the war, she knew he was. Good. After all, he found, gave away and I suppose believed in Angels.
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