Monday, January 02, 2017
The Angel
The Angel
There is a certain kind of woman
I can't resist.
She is about 60 and calls you hon.
She works behind a counter
somewhere
or maybe loads the groceries.
She talks in a kind
of whiskey baritone.
You can tell from her face
that she has been through rehab,
twice,
and still longs
for a shot
now and then,
but needs to keep clean
to hang onto this job.
She will ask
if you are o.k.
and give you a ride
home.
She is the kind of person
that angels are made of.
She is someone
you
are glad to know.
You are grateful
she is in your world.
Dorothy Walters
January 2, 2017
