Happy Wings

Screen door swings

with a rustle of confusion

Small footsteps echo

while things crash around the intrusion

Ever wonder why a child

never enters a room

without a stumble

It's those pesky wings

that causes the hubbub and rumble

Like a puppy stumbling

over their own ears

Our little Angels

take no notice of their heavenly gear

Watch them running at play,

their eyes ever skyward

Their little arms out,

running to a voice only by them heard

Running into my arms

I feel the whisper

of happy wings on my cheek

I look into the eyes

of my little angel and think

there's no greater blessing indeed

~Dian Hall~