The Angel

There is an Angel in my midst, how do I know? Well I looked down my hall way and there was an omnipotent glow I covered my eyes and wanted speak but words wouldn't blow from between my cheeks so I placed my head where my feet would usually go I decided to raise my head and to my surprise I saw a figure that reminded me of someone I know right before my eyes It was great-grandmother whom was sick yet hadn't died This I thought until the phone rang and to my surprise great-grandmother had came to see me just one more time She went with and Angel escorted to heaven way up on high Although I miss her knowing she still lives helped me dry my eyes