I Write Poetry

Everyday Angels


As I walk along the halls
I see angels by and by
They are not wearing flowing robes
They have not wings to fly

The good deeds that they do
Go unnoticed by the crowd
For they have no halos overhead
Nor voices crying loud

They spend each day that passes
On secular pursuits
They do not sit on fluffy clouds
Composing verse for lutes

They stand before a noisy throng
No sermon do they speak
They are not working miracles
They carry no mystique

With passion they show up each day
In places far and near
The good they do, they seldom see
It may not bloom for years

They work each day with children
Their love is absolute
Be it nouns and verbs and commas
Multiplication or square roots

And yet we owe them each a boon
For things that we have learned
These angels teach our children
And all our thanks they've earned.