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The Tiny White Bell

The red ribbon tied to a Tiny white bell,
Has but a few words,
And a whole story to tell.
            A lacy red ribbon bright as can be,
            Smooth in the center with a few words left for me.
A tiny bell painted solid white,
So small in size,
Yet blinding bright.
            Such little things separate,
            Can be of little cost,
             How can such tiny things,
             Can make one feel lost.
Look past the tiny bell,
See beyond the Red ribbon,
A message was left,
It was not really hidden.
             In a few blinding words,
             A story was told,
             A loved one lost,
             An angel to behold.
The words that I see,
Through the tears in my eyes,
Tied to a tiny bell,
A tiny bell of white.
            Words on a ribbon,
            A ribbon bright red,
             Left for a stranger on that night,
             To ring that bell and bring her to flight.
The words but a few,
Brings hope to a heart,
A simple few words,
A lamp and a light.
             I send back a message,
             Just by ringing that bell,
             Wings for an Angel,
             The world I must tell.
Upon that ribbon the words I had read,
“Now our angel has her wings”
Are what they had said.



Michael Macomber
03/30/2010
:'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

I didn't cry.  Is that cuz I'm a supporter not a sufferer?

That is beautiful!

Thank you for sharing it with us.

Sandy (no tears - but emotion)

Ghost....I mean absolutely no disrespect, but who is Michael Macomber ?

    Wonderful poem though.

its me! :D ;D :P

      [smiley=ohjez.gif] DUH!!!  Of course.  Sorry.  I knew your name was Mike, but didn't know your last....nevermind.