Her Angels
Photography and Text by Greg Davis

Oh, how her angels love her,
Each vies to be the one,
To caress her face with gossamer wings, In the glow of a morning sun.

Oh, how her angels love her,
Bending low throughout the day,
Catching the melody in her laugh,
And her smiles when she's at play.

Oh, how her angels love her,
They long to dry her tears,
And softly whisper peaceful words
To ease her darkest fears.

Oh, how her angels love her,
Thinking they're the lucky few,
Who spend each hour with my sweet child,
And shield her all day through.