Angel

Chelsea Brown 1990-2007

My sixth sense must now take command where
sight, sound, smell and maybe most importantly,
touch used to be in charge.
No longer do you share my physical space,
it is now in my heart that you live .
Once there were purrs and sandpaper kisses,
now your presence in my dreams will be
our nightly bed time story.
You were already an angel
but now you have wings.
I miss you most fiercely, my friend.
Come back to us soon.