Angel in This House

David Casey

There’s an angel in this house
In a blue faded blouse
All through the afternoon hours
She waits for him

Walking lightly ‘cross the floor
Picture perfect corridor
Though the records don’t play anymore
You should see her dance

In this very house

There’s an angel in this room
Where the dried flowers bloom
And the afternoon showers are heard
There on the roof

And the answer to imperfect prayers
Counts the way up the stairs
Again and again and again
Returning him home

In this very house

In the sunlight, glimpse a wing
She taught herself how to sing
How to straighten and fix
Most everything

Rose Casey, Manager
406-442-0417
info@watercarver.com