Angel On My Pinkie

Angel on my pinkie

Directing me from there;

An airy little breeze

Softly moving the air



Whispers to me often

During the passing day,

Trusting me to follow

Sound advice sent my way.



I'm led to quiet streams

And I'm given new strength.

I rest in meadow grass

Quite often at great length.



My heart is taught to feel

The great things around me.

I realize the fact

That these things surround me.



My angel makes my life

A medley - joy, delight;

Gives me help, gives me hope,

Love, a boost to give me flight.



There are many moments,

For occasions are rife,

When my angel renews

My love for current life.



Angel on my pinkie

You are no weight at all.

Stay with me here on Earth

And lift me when I fall.

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Sally Stark's picture

Hey. Is this about a ring?

It's a very beautiful poem, describes some tranquilities.

Good Job.