Angels Without Wings

Angels Without Wings

Had it not been for those we’ve known,

From mischievous childhood until one’s grown,

We would’ve suffered such a loss untold,

From spirited youth until one has grown old.

Bountiful laughter recanting some forgotten tale,

Childhood puppies along the road for sale.

Barks and panting as we walked the dirt road,

To wooden coal camp porches with stories to be told.

Friendship comes in many forms and colors to see,

Four-footed, tails wagging, tongues licking me.

Had it not been for those pets along the way,

We wouldn’t have known unconditional love some say.

All day they cuddle and slumber into the night,

Some felines or canines or feathered friends just right.

Sharing their lives with the likes of you and me,

Little parts of heaven never disguised as man can be.

They never lie or cheat but always remain true,

To their actions, their commitments they make to me and you.

Never uttering a word but simply a look now and then,

They tell us that no matter what they will remain our friends.

It’s been said no angel wings can be seen,

Nor halos upon their heads have ever been.

But if we could see beyond the veil of time,

Their wings would glisten more than yours or mine.