The Perfect Angel

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


God doesn't always tell us
Why things happen the way they do;
But, Mom, I think I know
The reason why He took you.

You see, I think my angel
Was so tired from following me,
It seems I may not have paid attention,
I didn't see what I needed to see.

Perhaps I went through a dozen or more,
Each throwing their halos, calling it a day;
Till there were no more who wanted the job,
Then God heard you, each time you did pray.

I think He knew you were the one,
Who could make me hear and understand;
He knew you would never turn away
If things didn't go exactly as planned.

So He saw the chance to do two good things,
Make you whole, and make me heed;
He took you and gave you angel wings;
From all your pain, you were freed.

And because He knew you loved me so,
He set you down close by my heart,
To soothe, and give me your wisdom,
To set me right when my wanderings start.

They say that angels aren't human,
But God made an exception with you;
And, Mom, you're the perfect angel for me,
Your love for me comes shining through.