Morning Angels


Do you ever have those mornings
When you wake up
And all you feel
Is love?

I have.

I don’t see the bare back of my wife
Or the smiling, cherubic face
Of my child.

I see nothing
But the ceiling.

But the love…
Oh, God.
The love reaches to the heavens.

I feel my angels watching over me.
Their faces are the ones I have loved
My whole life.

Parents
Grandparents
Dear confidantes
And friends.

All are there for me
When I open my eyes
To tell me
They love me.

Their love gets me out of bed
And makes me smile.

I am buoyed by angelic love
If only for a while.