Jetteb29
Angels are my babies.
Not the idyllic, winged cherubs found
on the ceilings of cathedrals,
but the climbing on the counters,
covered in peanut butter,
drawing on the walls,
giggling children
who clamber at my legs
While cooking.
Send it now
Don't delay
Ring the bell
Ding dong
Turn the handle
What is it?
A package for me?
The joy of discovery slicing down the tape
To peel open
And look inside
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