My Angel Poem by Joseph Caraveo

Sometimes Angels have no wings
They come dressed as Childreen
play on swings
Right on time with just what I need
Little One you give me streangth
Make it alone I could not do
He sent me an Angel
He called Her You
So fragile and young
yet all grown up
My Sweet Little Girl I need you so much
God answered a prayer long ago
Here You are an Angel in clothes
it's my job to show You the way
but You lead me every single day
Could't be more proud
I glow with delight
Kissing my Angel
My Angel good night