I love listening to your messages
you send through smiling eyes,
thinking out loud with your contagious smile.
The way of your words
brighten up the lives around you,
like a bouquet of flowers
blooming when the sun shines.
You multiply happiness and love,
and spread it amongst all of those
you hold so dear,
making sure their broken wings
are able to fly again.
This poem is not about the angels
that have fallen,
it is about that one angel
who remains strongest of all,
and picks up all the others
after they have fallen down.
