Beanie Baby Angels When I was young I thought beanie baby wings Were some of the closest things To heaven Like copper on pennies- Priceless The sky was always teeming with Beanie baby angels More real than the adult world Flapped their wings in bliss And dusted my seams In copper and gold Were they handcrafted by So-called “real” angels? Modern beaned cherubim For 90’s millennials? Our true nature reflected In their lush, plush selves? Threw them in the closet Their hearts now an end note Is that why we craved rose gold? The color of our wings Before we didn’t believe In angels anymore?
About the Author: Jennifer Klein is a writer, musician, and artist. Poetry is one of her favorite ways to make social commentary and merge her inner and outer worlds. Her poems have been featured or are forthcoming in Hawai`i Pacific Review, Fahmidan Journal, Bombfire, and others. She received a bachelor’s degree in English with minors in Dutch Studies and Norwegian from Indiana University Bloomington. You can follow her on Instagram @JenniferKleinReal
Image Credit: Detail from “Annunciatory Angel” by Fra Angelico. Public domain image courtesy of Artvee