Everyday Angel
No wings of gossamer nor halo bright,
no aura of divine serenity,
feet firmly on the ground, no gift of flight,
just dignity and grace, her pace steady.
A face now lined, hands gnarled, hair silver grey,
but eyes betray a love within still young
she shares by simple deeds done every day,
no approbation given, praises sung.
What treasure does she carry in her heart
to freely give, take nothing in return,
eyes on the prize, hers when she must depart
leaving us simple lessons we can learn.
More Angels wait for her when she does go
for heavenbound she will be, I am sure
maybe she taught them everything they know
not telling us she had been there before.
For contest 'New rhyming poems about Angels', sponsor Emile Pinet
August 12th 2018
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2018
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