Poetry By Gloria                                                                   

 Angel  I Can't See


I have a little angel and she watches over me
I know she always with me although her face I never see,

She flutters in my room, at night when I'm asleep.
Sometimes I pretend and with one eye do I peak.

But she is so fast that I never get to see
That sweet angelic face that watches over me.

But I know that she's there and it makes me feel so safe
So I just drift off to sleep and dream I see her face.

By Gloria Collins