When I was a girl, my parents gave me a birthday card that said something about a flipped halo and parked wings, basically saying that I wasn’t a little angel anymore. I don’t really remember the card anymore, and it’s long since found its way to the trash dump, but something about it always stuck with me through the years. This poem was somewhat inspired by that birthday card.
Flip My Halo
At times I flip my halo
And may sometimes park my wings
But even then I know
You’re still watching over me
I’ve made some poor decisions
And done things I regret
But still I know You love me
No matter what my faults
So when I flip my halo
Or even park my wings
I’m glad that You remember
It’s just the way
That You made me
Tiffany Higgins ©2007
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