Not
left
on
the
front
porch
Not ordered
on
line
In fact
struggled
mightily
Barely arrived
Finally
Tattered
worn
but breathing
And survived
to this moment
to
write
to
everyone
Anyone
My mom and dad
bought
a
statue
the
week
of
my
birth
I have
it
here
All this time
it
has
been
overlooking
Everything
It is your angel too
you
know
They just told me
it
was
my angel
Everyone
all of you
Each of us
his
or
her
own
angel
If you remember that
you
are
never
alone