I used to think some people were angels
But now I am older and much wiser.
I've come to realize that people are not
Capable of such heavenly respect.

But their actions tell another story:
A simple, little phrase whispered at night,
An embrace given after years apart,
Living life without the pain of neglect.

And in these precious, personal moments
Are where I find my guardian angels
That infuse me with a powerful love
And protect me with a blanket of light.

They exist in little acts of kindness
And thrive on the well-being of people
Like you and me; and continuously
Make sure that we are doing what is right.