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 - )