Angels
“Daddy, where do angels live?”
My daughter asked me one night.
“Why, way up above in the sky.
Higher than the clouds
And the birds when they fly.”
I said, and she started to cry.
“Are there no angels on earth?”
She wondered aloud.
“Well,” I said, “There are,
But they’re much harder to find.
For angels on earth,”
I told her, “They are self-made angels
And they have to try.”
9/6/2017
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