Paper Plate Angel

Mama cut a circle from the cupboard stack. Daddy found some glitter in an

old Crown sack. Sunday school wings held on with tape. Halo bent crooked,

just a paper plate. Snow was fallin' sideways on a one-lane drive.

Christmas lights blinkin' just to prove we tried. She wasn't porcelain, gold,

or tall. But she watched over every one of us all. That paper plate

angel on top of the tree. A little bit broke, but she looks

like me. Been through the years, every up and down.

Still holdin' on when the world spins 'round. Yeah, we ain't perfect,