The Birth Of An Ångel

An angel sits on the doctors shoulder, His time is drawing near.
Eager to get his new Mom and Dad, He has been waiting for years.

Fluffy wings so white and tender,

With his halo slightly ajar.
The time has come to be born anew, His journey will take him far.

This halo of gold will be transformed,

To the sparkle in his eye.
And angel wings, to lungs of air, The moment baby cries.

Doctors look at the x-rays,

But not in awe nor forlorn.
They simply can see it clearly now, That another angel was born.