An angel stands but is too small to fly.
It means a lot to me and this is why.
It was my aunts before she passed away.
My grandma gave it to me the very next day.
It's nothing special, just silver and small.
But it means the most to me of them all.
Up in the sky is where it should be,
Soaring through the air,
Just being free.
Like me, the angel stays quiet,
No one likes a loud screaming riot.
Like my dad, the angel's in my heart.
I don't see it everyday,
But we're never far apart.
It symbolizes comfort
The way it shows up randomly.
I've moved so many times,
But it's always found its way back to me.
Little Silver Angel