God placed her in a pocket,
She seemed quite happy there;
She did her job of guarding,
And providing Angel care.
I loved that tiny Angel,
But soon word reached my ears ...
She had been seen in Switzerland,
And China and Algiers.
I wondered if she'd flown away,
So I took another look ...
And there she was, where she belonged,
Right in her pocket nook.
How could it be that she was seen
In a strange and foreign land ...
Yet still be in her pocket home?
I did not understand.
My guess is God made more than one,
He might have made a pair;
When a pocket picker picked up one,
He left the other there.
Blessings on you, pocket picker ...
Whoever you may be;
You badly need an Angel,
Maybe ... two or three!
And God's Speed to you, my Angel,
No matter where you are;
I'm glad God made you shareable,
With all souls ... near and far!