  My Angel While walking in the busy world today I came upon an angel, bright and gay, she whispered things, and opened dreams she'd wanted someone to love, it seems. At first I could not truly believe In my heart I worried she would leave, Every day I watched her move and play And waited with fear for her to go away. Days passed, weeks, and months as well the winter came and the snowfall fell, when spring flowers bloomed, I began to see this angel was at peace just to be with Me. This morning I looked at her soft red hair her face in sleep was more than I could bear, the wings were gone, no more she'd fly and I accepted My angel with a peaceful sigh. Rose 1/8/2004 
