My Angel Never Left San Francisco

San Francisco Presidio Terrace Where new home sat. My father Peruvian Consul, Myself A two year old Brat. Wobbly I walk Childish noises My talk, The challenge were The stairs. How can I roll down Belly side Slide dive Until I hit the ground? Never dove alone Down the stairs My consulate home. Bright light Holy Child Open arms Guarded my way. Words not exchanged Only love gaze Until I wobbled Back up again Thanks to my heavenly friend For another day.