Angels
are the women and the mothers who kindly comfort us
The ones who
cut the crusts from the sides of our sandwiches
The ones who
kiss our scrapes and our battle wounds
The ones who
drive us to the soccer fields
The ones who
cook, clean, and slave
The ones who
stand
and mourn
at our grave markers
Jeff Gangwer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-are-6/
