Joy

With wings the color of pearls

I feel the loving breeze when you are in flight.

With the sweet scent of cinnamon

I know I have your protection.

With a voice so soft

I hear the messages you have to tell.

With a light so bright

I see love in its purest form.

With all I have

I know this much is true.

With a world full of hate

I have an angel.

With a name so sweet

I call out for you.

My guardian angel.

My Aunt Joy!