The Angels My Mom Spoke About

By Mona Mamtani

There are angels and fairies, high up in the sky, who count our deeds and reward us likewise

With these words all my mother’s stories ended

Trying to groom me, to be a nice girl

Whom all would want to befriend.

I often asked her

What do these fairies and angels look like?

How would I recognize them?

Are they clad in a white gown with a golden crown?

A pair of glass shoes and a wand in their hand

Flying in the sky with their wings fluttering by

The answer I always got was

They are always in the sky

But we cannot just always catch a glimpse of them with a naked eye.

Be kind to all and help the needy, that is where their favourites lie.

I grew up hoping to see them one day in real life

Trying to do my deeds as I was taught

And leaving the rest for the time to call.

Days passed into months, months to years

With the tune of time, I lost touch

With the dream of seeing an angel in her full glow

Today, at this time of pandemic, I recall the words of my mother

Be kind to all and help the needy, that is where their favourites lie.

I now see these angels all around

With love, care and concern in their eyes

Trying to bring hope and smiles to all our lives

Forgetting about their own life, they are here for all us

Non-stop they toil, hardships they face

Abuses they hear, all without fear.

The angels are amongst us

Clad in white coats, gloves and masks

Or maybe in brown or blue they go around

Doing their best to protect us, treat us and help us all along

They are doctors, health workers and security personnel

The real heroes of our life

The angels in true sense

The angels my mom spoke about

By Mona Mamtani