My Angel Story

A laughing merry-go-round as joyful as can be,
A creamy colour exactly like a squirrel’s chest.
So quiet, like a little mouse rushing through the woods
Too tiny like a baby’s shoe.
Her eyes, legs, hands and head, all still there.

My Angel hasn’t changed.
She still locks up my worries,
She loves me all the same,
Like a dream catcher with no decorations.

Your home tells me how to be happy
And how to have peace and joy,
So I know it off by heart.

My Angel Story…