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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 took that Angel home.
That same night, I made a painting of it, a bigger Angel, Electric Blue.
In the morning,I left it, when I moved.
BUT with me
through the rain,
I carried the Postcard in a Dollar Glass frame.
Losing the bright hope she once had;
not having a safe place to rest my head,
"You've got a father- her orphan friend cried,
go call your father! you can't stay here,
was he even alive?"
Finding his number, I called up my father,
who was also,
put in an orphanage,
a Soldier in my past.
20 years, since we spoke last. He had no idea, I'd be there.
"Hello, he said, I have something for you,
I've been saving, in case I ever saw you, again.
"You're gonna' love it!"
I met him on 6th Ave. to ask him for a bed.
My life was in danger my eyes said,
His eyes 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.
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.
"Angel carried me Home."
A Painting with my 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.
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 called and 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, "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.
1986
1986 my Pencil Sketch & first greeting card
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