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Angela My Angel – A poem

Angela my angel, a silhouette of a woman in a dress with holding red heart shaped balloons holds a wide brimmed hat in one hand
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Angela, My Angel

Forty years together.
Can you believe it?

It rained on our first date, do you remember?
That brolly you had didn’t stand a chance.
Blown to bits it was by the time we’d walked up the High Street.

We sat in that pub like drowned rats, water dripping all over the place.
You were upset about your hair being all down, fussing over your make up and such.
Do you remember what I said to you?

I said ‘Angela, I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman,
Rain or no rain,
And I doubt I ever will.’
It was true when I said it, and it’s true still.

Forty years together my love.

Like chalk and cheese we were, you all stylish and beautiful,
Me all elbows and knees with a face far too small for its nose.
‘Roman’ you called it, said I’d grow into it.
I never did.
I never made Prime Minister either, but I loved that you thought I could.

Being with you has made me a better man.
Not a richer one, or a cleverer one,
But a happier one, a better one.
Better because you believed I could be.

You always said you were no angel.
Maybe not.
You’ve done things that an angel never would,
Especially when that temper of yours pops up,
But you’ve the heart and soul of an angel.

I know this to be true.

You’ve been by my side
Through everything life has thrown at us.
Still beautiful, still smiling.
My wife, my love, my life.

Happy Anniversary Angela.
Bernard x

© Cathie Tufnail

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