YOU ARE READING not for our eyes Poetry what can't be seen angels don't get wet 125 13 24 by hughena by hughena Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story when it is my mother's birthday, an angel always visits me. this time it was a big one. he sat beside me on the bus, tucked his wings in, and lent me his umbrella