Angels – they come in all hues and shapes:
Rotund cherubs with fluttering wings;
tall and bearded in flowing gowns;
And loving, golden, motherly souls.
I have seen them often –
in pictures and movies, with their divine smiles.
But I have also seen the other kind –
without the robes, the wings or beards.
They wear normal, tailored clothes.
How do I know they´re angels, you ask?
Sometimes, they´re only a voice
across the telephone line.
Sometimes, flashing alphabets
arranged on my computer screen.
But they seem to know when I need them –
soothing words for my frayed nerves,
helping me cope, when I least expect.
They don’t have to, but they do –
empathize, support, motivate.
And in that process, leave behind
the warmth of happy tears!