Where do the angels go?


(Cancer stole stole two angels from us.)
" For Nightbirde and Joey. I will never understand, why the take the angels from us. "

Where do the angels go?

Once beautiful Joey stole my heart. Face and voice of a angel. I learn life can steal the beautiful and kind people from us. Kind and gentle Nightbirde stole my heart.  I have asked God. Why do you take the beautiful and kind people from us?


I don’t understand.


Tonight I drink alone and I wonder.
Why. Dear God.
You steal the the angels, we need?
We need the sweetness of Joey and we need the hope of Nightbirde.


So few angels upon my earth.


Coyote crying.


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