Tuesday, March 17, 2009


There's an angel up above
looking down at me:
she smiles oh-so-sweetly
from her perch upon the tree.

Nowhere else to wander,
I stand and gaze above
she swings her legs with childish glee:
an angel truly made of love.

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad she didn't fall out of the tree as is true Laura fashion