Paper Cranes

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Children laughing fill the spacious park
Parents smiling and swaying to their own beat
This joyous sight can’t help but bring back a spark.

A father passes a Frisbee to a mere boy of eight
Two sisters argue over the last piece of watermelon
A gaggle of geese fight over their sister’s new mate

A girl sprints through the freshly trimmed grass
She puts her small hands on her hips and purses her lips at the woman on the bench
The Angel smiles and says ,”Don’t you be giving me that sass.”

The girl sighs and walks over to rest her head on the woman’s knee
“So this is what an Angel smells like”, She says
Sunshine, fresh laundry, and a cherry blossom tree

The woman soon snaps out of the gentle memories
Once she feels the cold air hiss at her exposed neck
She smirks at the boys paying playing war and creating fake treaties

She looks up to the sky and holds her porcelain hand to her stomach and silently exclaims
“Like my Angel I hope to be as gentle and kind to this blessing inside me”
She glances up to the blue hued sky, and stares at the clouds shaped like miniature paper cranes





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