"Is there an angel in the house?
If there is, come to me…
and if you aren't too tired,
or otherwise occupied, and if it isn't too tacky a request,
please rock me.
I am bruised.
If you will hold me until morning, I promise I will rise and light the fire
and break the bread
and put back on my shoulder my corner of the world.
But for now I could use the shelter of a wing.
Excuse me,
Excuse me,
is there an angel in the house?
(Pat Schneider, 1934 - )
Thanks so much. I am so blessed but yet I feel I need to be hugged and coddled, knowing how many others have it much worse off than I.
Thank you for putting into words.
Here I am! I am happy to be your angel, at anytime, any hour, day or night! There’s a lot I can’t do anymore, but I can pray and hug! Nana
Oh sweet Nana, thank you! But I am just fine. I simply thought others might appreciate this poem. 💜