Remember the word
once felt so easily. . .

The drip of a drop off an icicle,
The clanging bell of my little red tricycle,
Mom wiping popsical sludge off my face,
Brothers and big wheels caught in a race.

Love is simple pleasures
small treasures
easily found
but not easily seen
from the eyes of one
grown jaded and beaten
until you release
all that was once
the adult you once

Surrender to innocent
of the child who once
with the angels

not looking
at angles,
but only one view
from the top.

Love is all there was then
and all there is

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By |2018-07-28T21:25:07+00:00December 19th, 1996|Ann Albers Poetry|

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Ann Albers is a popular Author, Spiritual Instructor, Angel Communicator, & Modern Mystic. Enjoy her free weekly newsletter, "Messages from Ann & the Angels," her Internet TV show, Live Events, Books, CDs, Recipes, Poetry, Photographs, and more at! Ann delights in helping you create a heavenly life on earth!

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