This poem appears in MOSAIC. It is one of my most requested poems at readings.
Our little angel's fallen
From the heaven we created
Since we built her wings
Of steel and flesh and bone
It looks as though she's chosen to fly
A little lower than we'd hoped
Though now we know
Her wings have always been too heavy
And heaven was never her home anyway
© Gayle Force Press 2003
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