Touched By An Angel

She feels his strong presence, On star filled nights, He is like her own shooting star, Zooming around her orbit from afar, He appears in the most unlikely places, With his warm embrace, That is his familiar face, Smiling at her lighthearted gossip, Unexpectedly kissing her dry, fading lips, Holding the chair out for her at family occasions, With his warm hand in hers he encourages her to socialize, He whispers to her 'My love, enjoy the finest wine, You know you will always be mine, Your greying hair shows all the years you cared, You still have the sparkle that is the best of you' As she laughs at his stories of characters long gone, He is also fond of singing a song, To lull her to sleep, Holding her frail body when she might weep, The Christmas lights reflect the courage shining from her eyes, While Santa plays his role with zest, As she watches with her inner child alive, Feeling she is aged only about five, He gives her wings to fly, And long legs to jive, She has been touched by an angel, As she hears the sound of the first Christmas bell Memories of her husband Is now reality as he uplifts her into a loving spell, With the promise of cherry blossom dreams, As from her eyes falls a relieved tear, At this biting cold time of year.