Spring kisses

transcendent faces.

Fine spun gold!


© Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music



My Daughter

An angel sent from heaven—

a gift eternally.

A child’s birth so graven,

one never could foresee.


The blooming of a larkspur—

devoted to this day,

became my angel’s flower,

a buttercup—per say.


A twinkling crimson jewel,

as brilliant as her eyes.

Would represent this moment,

the twelfth day of July.


The halo that surrounds her,

shines brightly on my soul.

A brother’s love from heaven,

protects her even more.


Her wings of love caress me,

and fill my heart with glee.

I hold each moment closely,

wondering what is yet to be.


Spread your wings my darling,

have faith in all that’s you.

Remember me beside you,

in everything you do.

© Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music