A little rhyme I wrote about angels:  

When things go bad, or when we’re sad
just know they’re always there
to watch, and guide, and keep us safe,
they’re with us everywhere.
They’ll send us signs as they remind
us that we're not alone
they’ll come in ways we don’t expect,
they'll use God’s telephone.
Through butterflies, and painted skies,
and brand-new babies’ tiny cries.
Through bright rainbows, and pure white snow,
or seeing numbers in a row,
or when we hear their favorite song
played on the radio.
A flickered light that's timed just right,
a feather on the ground...
These are some ways our angels say
to us they’re still around.