"My Angel"

by Marilyn Duncan Bowen

New Era, May 1979, 50

When I was young I thought
Angels had wings and
Halos and carried harps.
Angels sang songs all day
and talked to shepherds and
Old men at night.
I never saw an angel
Until I heard my mother sing
and saw the tears of
Long and faithful years flow from
Sweet, believing eyes.
Then I knew—
Angels are people, too.