Poem of the Day, the Month, the Year - (I met my wife two years ago today)

An Angel at Christmas

I tell myself that angels' mere existence,
and anything that smacks of heaven-sent,
must overcome some pretty fierce resistance
if I'm to be convinced - although I went
some way towards a hope to be persuaded
when times were hard, and hope was all I had
(or so I thought). But hope was not upgraded
to confidence - I never was that mad.

But two years after meeting you, the dream
I never knew but always dreamed to share,
is coming true, and now I sense the cream
just out of sight is definitely there.

But could it be ambrosia, and might
the dreams we look to live be something more
than fantasies our minds create at night -
might they be what we were created for?

I met you at The Angel, and the date
two years ago - the twentieth - I'd say,
owed more to my persistence than to fate.
But still, I have to wonder, anyway.

Roy