An angry shout may not be heard, and <br />Not all good deeds are observed, <br />Glad is the learned, pure, heart <br />Ever loved, oft alone, you are <br />Luminous with life's energy <br />And part of my soul projects <br />In you, myself, yourself I respect. <br />Long days, short years, bitter true <br />Only one chance to know you, this <br />Voyage without certain destination <br />Embarked with unknown duration, for <br />You I long to know <br />On terms as friends <br />Until my journey ends. <br /> <br /> <br />30/4/2003-1/5/2003 <br /> <br /> <br />(An acrostic for my eldest daughter)<br /><br />Danny Draper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-angela/
