Poem -

Angeles on earth

I don't know why but I have this sudden urge to have to write this When people ask me if I believe in God, angels and a higher power, I always say yes I do and the next question that I get asked is how calm?
I tell them that not all angels have wings or live in Heaven
I tell them that I met so many angels and that I know few
One who I called my Mother Elizabeth because of all that she sacrificed and gave up just so that I can have a good life Joyce that I called grandma because of how she took good care of my family when we came to this country and how much she loved us
Nancy that I called aunty for her loving and patience that she had with my siblings when trying to teach us English and for always being there and never giving up on my family and myself
Joan a wonderful woman that I'm proud that I got to know because of her kind and gentle heart that she got
I am so grateful for her because of how much she involved me in her family life when I first came to Canada
And Melinda
One of my all of the above people
She is so wonderful that I called her a very good friend of mine
So I tell people, if God, Angeles, and higher power didn't exist, then what was it that I did so good and different that I was blessed with such a magical oppertunity to have gotten to meet these beautiful angels on earth?

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