We've all learned about angels,
The celestial myth.
But we don't seem to realize,
That they can be people we're with.

They're with us when we're born.
But usually not there when we die.
They take care of our injuries.
They hold us when we cry.

Sometimes they're good.
Sometimes they're bad.
Sometimes they comfort you when you're sad.

They're different for each of us,
We all have the chance to be one.
They are unique, yet share the same qualities.
Qualities that sometimes make them fun.

And yes, there are times when you hate them.
When you want them to leave you alone.
But there are always times, when no one cares.
When they're the only one to throw you a bone.

They aren't perfect,
But no one is.
They're known as your mother,
*And right now, someone who deserves a kiss.