I know I haven't been active on here for awhile, but things have been going on. But I plan on coming back, and hard. This here was submitted to a previous place and I unfroantly didn't get picked. But this is in honor of a very speical person to me who passed away a few years back, I wrote this to honor her and I want to share it with the people on this sight. This is for my grandmoter, Rita Marie Hacker, who passed away September 3, 2004. She had suffered most of her life and that's how she passed, in pain, and I want to just show how much she still is missed. This is my orginal work. And yes I want honest reviews. Thank you.

Lost Angel

Born with silver wings stitched

To your back, halo set upon your

Head. Yet your mortal

Living on this earth of crime and

Hate yet your silver wings never

Blackened. Your love for humanity

Grew, your trust in humans grew

I was a victim of your kindness

And hope. Never understanding

Why, but you kept faith.

This pain these mortals put

You threw, yet you still

Had faith. Cradling me through

The storms of life, protecting me

From the demons that haunted

Me. Those silver wings where

A barrier from the outside world

This faith that held you, I still

Can't understand, but angels

I'm sure are real cause you were mine.

Despite your wings, illness

Overtook you, the constant fights

Took it's toll. Through knife and needle

You fought until the last silver feather

Of your wings fell, a sign you were

Needed elsewhere. Despite the pain

In my own heart I knew that even if

I could no longer see you, you'd be

there. But someone else needed

You and it was my turn to stand on

My own. The pain is gone now for you, now you

Are able to fly with those silver wings

That were bestowed to you, to spread

The same kindness and love

Is being spread onto others as you

Had given to me. The heavens

Lost an important member, and now your

Back were you belong, watching and guiding

Others threw their own storms

Not only had heaven lost its angel

Now I had lost mine.