A Father And An Angel Poem by Pen Anthony

He watched her sleep
She looked exactly like her mother
Minus the burden of the years

Her cheeks
Her lips
All made peace with her nose
Hence the beautiful of faces
A spitting image of her late mother

In her sleep
She'd turn open her eyes
See him looking and smile at him
He'd smile back
Even though he wanted to cry

He remembered his promise to his wife
He said he'd be brave for their daughter
Labour had worn her out
Never got to hold her baby

Sometimes he'd switch off the lights
Go to his room drown in thoughts to sleep
Why his wife and not him
Sometimes morning would find him
In his daughter's room

Now she'd be the one
Watching him sleep
She'd never wake him
Maybe she understood