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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 white canvas & Easel , I painted the ANGEL Electric Blue and 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!
where was He~ a Soldier in the past, many years, since they spoke last.
(his number was found~ as she sat, on the cold floor, 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!"
but where was she to go~ in the rain~ on the train,
with the Angel musician in the dollar glass frame.
~she met him on 6th Ave,
"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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