I don't know how she thought she'd manage
getting those groceries up the stairs
what with a walker, bags and a cane
but I earned a such an angel
so it was a good day.
Set me thinking though, about my angels.
some of them–they just show up,
Like that tall one that reached above my head
for the door to 7-11, then warmed me with
a murmured…little grandma…as I passed by.
And here I'd been thinking, just before
Who needs that many tattoos?
There was a speedy one–flew a city block
to hand me my cell phone that had slipped from my purse.
Litle things? Hey, that was big to me!
I like to think they were new angels, practicing.
The loan officer on Christmas Eve
the nurse who came in on time–they're the pros.
Then, for a lifetime: a sister, a husband, a son–
you don't see the halos until they're gone.
Lois P. Burgner
So now I watch for them.
Angels are getting easier to spot–
They're the ones who smile back.