Sleeping Angels
By: Maranda Russell
Sleeping angels
are drawn in peaceful beauty –
their ephemeral wings
tucked in tight,
their eyes closed
in gentle repose,
and their chubby palms
cupped beneath rosy cheeks –
but ask yourself
as you turn away,
what happens to their charges
while they slumber on the job?
Maranda Russell 
9 responses to “Poetry: Sleeping Angels”
Their charges run amok and get up to all kinds of mischief. Beautifully written.
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Thank you! You are probably right about what goes on while they are sleeping 😉
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Nice poem, intriguing question. ☺
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Thanks Walt!
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Very thought provoking. What do I do when my angel sleeps? 😉
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I’m guessing you’ll never tell….
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I’m not sure I even know! 🤣
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Reminds me the old Van Halen 1984 album lol.
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LOL, hadn’t thought of that.
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