When you think of Angels,
what do you see;
gossamer wings, diaphanous
white gowns, flawlessly
beautiful faces?

For me, an angel is the
person whose shoulder
I wet with tears, that cried
with me and comforted me in
a time of grief!

To me, the angel is the
smiling, friendly face
when I am alone in a
room full of strangers.

My angels are friends that
think of me and share
something that made them
laugh or cry or gave them
pleasure.

Angels take many forms
for me. They are my teachers,
my disciplinarians, my listening
ears. They are the ones who
give weight to my opinions
even when I am wrong.

To all these angels, it seems
inadequate to just say thanks.
You know who you are. Never
underestimate the value of
your kindness. Never miss
the opportunity to be
someone's angel!
 

Joy Good

3/8/01