Tessy And The Angel Trails

When she was young she loved to lay in wide open spaces, intently gazing far away into the sky. With a divinely silent patience she would search the deep blue, seeking one thing. Upon finding her treasure up there so high, she'd gleefully shout, ' Look Daddy! There's one! An angel trail. ' I, laying on the earth beside her, would look up to where she pointed. Seeing the vapor trail of a passing jet, I would smile, and say, ' Yep! There goes another angel flying by. ' Such a simple, pure satisfaction, the wonderful catalyst of great joy, for her, and for me. To this day whenever we see contrails floating sublimely overhead, we both say, ' Look. Angel trails. ' And I always smile, for my daughter, and those sweet heavenly lines in the sky, connecting us forever together. Love you Tess, always.