By Roger
Date: 30 August 1999

Angel

     Angel...
     With delicate wings and satin-soft feathers
     Soaring high in the skies in all sorts of weathers
     She swoops and she pecks, an affectionate kiss
     She brings every day , my full basket of bliss
     Her shape and form glisten, reflecting the light
     And I know that I have seen a most beautiful sight
     Her delicate touch, her gentle caress
     Alas, this is denied me...Such unfair duress!
     But her golden face beams over thousands of miles
     She has a full bag overflowing with smiles
     And her mind, quick, cutting, intelligent me thinks
     Then she floors me with more coy, shyful winks
     Her voice, sweet, melodic...Too me, it just sings
     Yes, that is my angel, the one with the wings.

For my Angel
Roger