My Guardian Angel watches over me ~ And is with me ~ Always. |
My Guardian Angel She sits on the bank and looks at the lake, Always beside me, will never forsake. Guardian Angel; forever with me. A friendship formed of necessity. As I absorb the beauty of nature’s gift Could my faith be damaged? Is there a rift? I wonder why I was chosen as a soul to guard? With the death of my sister, my beliefs are jarred. I miss her, so much; the pain is so real. How could he do this? He must know how I feel. I hated God, for taking her with his greed. But I guess he must have a far greater need. I feel her presence wherever I dwell. I think she knows my sister quite well. A reassuring thought is passed to my mind. Like her, she is gentle, thoughtful and kind. My Dad says the Angel must be, My sister back to look after me. I don’t think that this can be true. My Angel’s been with me, since I was two! I fell into this very lake, She held out her hand and I did take. She pulled me onto the grassy bank. I turned around; she was not there to thank. As I think back, to that near tragedy. Memories suppressed are coming to me. My mind clears, I see you so well. My sister IS my Guardian Angel. I should point out that this poem is not about me ~ It is fiction! Freestyle poetry. Each stanza is a quatrain and I follow an AABB rhyme scheme. |