Chrystal Coyer Poetry

Walking through this house,I get a wiff of an angels cologne.
Oddly content, I get the feeling that I am not alone.
There is an angel here, who now has the freedom to roam.
The angel is my father, and he knows that he's at home

At times I hear the dog barking in the middle of the night.
He is barking happily, it is not a barking of fright.
He sences the angel too. imagin that beautiful sight.
The dog is angels buddy, so the dog won't try to bite.

The memories of his family,is what keeps this angel around. Quietly moving through the house, he does'nt make a sound.
I know he's happy to be here. No more will he ever feel bound.
His spirit is here anyway, thought his body is in the ground.

Even if,just in spirit, it's nice to have him home again.
I know that this is real, I am truly not going insane.
Better that I feel this way, So that I don't feel the pain.
So Thank You God for helping me, that's all that I can say.

Poet: Chrystal Coyer