My Angels

Those kids
They might not be mine
But I love them
100% of the time
I smile
Whenever I see
Those little arms
Reaching up for me
I Band-Aid
Each cut and bruise
I clean up
What they use
I share
Kisses and hugs
I wish protection
Against "bed bugs"
I clean
Fingers and faces
I take their sides
In most cases
I spoil
Them with love
I believe they
Are sent from above
My little angels
Precious little things
Their tears make
My own eyes sting
I love them
I always will and have
I hate to see
Those little faces sad
I can kiss
Away their "boo-boos"
It's all just love
For my nieces and nephews!!