Our Angel with a Broken Wing (poetry)

"The moments of impact end up defining who we are"

Patrick Frank

Location: Asheville, North Carolina, USA
Birthday: September 26

Bio: I am a poet-essayist-singer-songwriter, and advocate for the poor, with a teaching and counseling background. I grew up in Florida, now live in Arden, North Carolina. I also lived in New England 20 years. I love nature, music, and poetry. I am married and we have three adult-kids between us and four grandkids! I am interfaith, leaning toward Taoist, Celtic, and Native American spirituality, and an "Obama Democrat." I am now focusing on our upcoming move (within Asheville) as well as my music and poetry-writing. I also continue to write political columns.

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FEBRUARY 22, 2012 2:51PM

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wild wind tipped our angel

one wing gone, but not gone

lying beside her

we save them both

the wing and the angel

she still protects us

I feel it even stronger, her protection

because she is broken, because we now

share with her our pain and sorrow

and an indominable spirit

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I really like this poem. Beginning with the alliterative "wild wind" sets the mind's eye on what happened, then continues with the cherished feelings for your angel and identification with her suffering and patience.