I see you standin’ there,
And I can’t help but wonder if I did
something to call an angel –
Much more than anyone who came before
you light up like the sun
innocent and graceful –
And I may sound naive –
but I will not be consoled –
I’d like to make believe –
that you were mine to hold –
I see you standin’ there,
And I can’t help but wonder if I did
something to call an angel –
blonde hair and knitted lace,
And precious few the moments were,
but for a taste of heaven I am grateful –
now I see an empty space,
but I can still recall the way it feels –
to gaze upon an angel –
© 2025 Andrew Steed