What I want to be

Once an angel came to me,
And asked me what I wished to be,
A doctor, a nurse, the list went on…,
But none of them I could choose from.

The little angel began to sweat,
And asked me, “Would you be a Vet?”
“Yes”, I said, “That’s right for me!”
For that’s what I always wanted to be.

To cure the animals, pale and sick,
Who sometimes people beat with a stick.
I’d love to give them a helping hand,
No matter if they’re good or bad.
For God’s creation they are too,
And they ought to live like me and you!

The angel in all her happiness,
Said, “They might get you into a mess.”
For being a Vet is always alright,
Until you learn to take a bite.

I began to wonder with all my glee,
Is it a Vet, I really want to be?

-Celia