When angels die I have often wondered what transpires,

Does an angel change or is there something she acquires,

I say she but I often think of he when of angels I speak,

Perhaps they are gender indifferent yet remain unique,

Angel’s tasks I’m sure are serving God and helping mankind,

I’ve wondered how and or why they help certain ill or blind,

Is it based on how much we pray or an inner belief of each,

Maybe a lottery system or is it all beyond our mental reach,

Angels are of heavenly creatures with unknown ability,

I say unknown but it could be as is needed a capability,

When of angels I speak I see beauty beyond what is norm,

I’ve never seen or thought of obese to be an angel’s form,

There’s so many things of physical form or angel’s shape,

Do they have a need to lose fat or to find a measuring tape,

I’ve wondered too why an angel’s eyes always seem blue,

But most of all and it’s true, every angel reminds me of you,

I so enjoy admiring you that my grandest fear is to go blind,

It’s true I do think of you when angels enter into my mind,

It’s a never ending thought process since angels are of you,

Since to me you are an angel angels get bonus thoughts too,

A correction of thought entered my mind about angel eyes,

Since you are them and they are you let green eyes arise,

I wake to the green eyed angel of morning sun every day,

I am a lucky Irishman to be loved by my angel in every way.

The end. By Pat for Patti
I love you my beautiful green eyed angel.