My Momma's story

My momma tells this story
about the angels up above.
How they look down on lil babies
with glances filled with love.

Sometimes God sends them down
when the world is all asleep
to greet with hugs and kisses
his little newborn sheep.

Only the babies see them.
Only newborns know they're there.
And the angels whisper softly
about the need to love and care.

Then they leave again for Heaven.
And they leave without a trace.
Giving one last tender kiss
on that newborn's sleeping face.

I wrote this poem when my first born was just a few weeks old, and I was still in that, if I don't watch over him he'll stop breathing stage of being a first time mother. As I hovered over that precious, tiny, sleeping body.