Angel

I went to my grandfather's house for a visit the other day

And he asked me to help him clean up the garage

Going through piles of stuff

the decaying ruins of a statue laid at the corner of the room

quickly caught my attention

It was hard to identify what it was

Some shattered fragments rested forlorn on the ground

like abandoned children of a ruthless mother

I walked up close to observe the crumbling statue

And picked up some to piece together

It was a lovely and delicate wing marred with dark blots

I could easily envision its pristine beauty

Aside of the fragments was an intact women's head

Her eyes were closed and she looked angelic and saintly

with a pure tender smile

The wrecked statue was undoubtedly an angel