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Kathi Nordone
Beautybellajoy
Angel of Forgiveness
"I saw an Angel on a postcard Playing a lute,
I loved that Angels truth,
I heard that Angels song.
I carried it with me from that day on ~
Angel of Forgiveness Song

"Angel, Carry me home,
see me through,
I want to be closer to you."
Inspired, by an blank canvas, in a friends studio,
I created a painting of it,
a new bigger Angel
Electric Blue,
but I left it, when I moved.
Yet, carried the Post card with me.




And with me through the rain,
I carried my Postcard in a Dollar Glass frame.
I hung it on an Empty wall besides
a yellow Dress,


tired and needing to find rest,
I packed it up and left.


"I had been beaten down, I had no home
I felt defeated, nowhere to go.
"Angel, carry me home, see me through
I want to be closer to you."

"So I called up my father, a Soldier in my past.
10 years, since we spoke last.
(I had to have success. And not more loss.)
He had no idea, I'd be there. He said he had something he'd been saving in case I ever saw him again. "You're gonna love it!" he said. As I cried.
I met him on 6th Ave. to ask him for a bed.
My life was in danger my eyes said,
His were disguised by years of tough life,
as he handed me a bag.

" And there within my arms was my Angel,
My Angel with the lute,
Gilded Gold Antique Print her father handed her in a hefty bag.

But 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.
"Angel carried me Home."

Painting with her father "dear 'Ol dad" and the Gilded Angel of Forgiveness print 1992.
Her Dear "Ol Dad hung it front & center of where he sat, next to his
Heart Break Ridge Korean War Photos.
Dad. July 4th, 2023 Happy Hunting ground.

Below is a first Angel sketch -
1986: She found a print in a closet. Inspired with hope,
she sketched it through the night. She found her estranged father, tried to remind him of his innocence and for a few years he agreed to send more Angels, even after saying,
"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.


1986 my Pencil Sketch & first greeting card
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