Angel Poem by Carmel Phenix

Angel
Soft face, wings of gold
She’s an angel so it’s told
I want to see her face for real
If she only takes of her veil

The devil hides when she comes down
He takes the train out of town
She often seems to be glowing
But there is no real way of knowing

What’s that you say, angels aren’t real?
How do you think that makes them feel?
They are watching from above
Just like a pretty white dove

How do you tell an angel and human apart
The angels are the ones who have a heart
Angels have wings made of silk, they don’t hurt
Tucked away beneath their shirt