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Susan K. Rowse

Winged Friends

Our Angels work so hard each day
They fly and check on us
With halos golden...lightning sparks
They brighten up our dark
If we're afraid they sit right there
Then gently whisper here
You're not alone...don't be scared
They tickle up a cheer
Then all else pales as comfort comes
To warm up all our souls
We never think that we're alone
They hold us in their folds
Their lullaby transforms our fear
As all their chorus' sings
These Guardian Angels...we each have one
Their hallelujah rings
Upon our lives they watch each day
They diligently sit
Then when we need a miracle
Our name is etched on it
Then given with a gentle nudge
To let us know they're near
These Miracles from winged friends
Who always whisper here.