Angel of Mine

Angel of Mine

I knew I’d soon go places
my life had never known

a land of battles, snags and snares
things I would not condone 

I knew that I would soon become
her biggest enemy
I couldn't let that stop me now
‘cause life was calling me

calling from a distance
a place we’d all once been 
but none of us have memories
of times before we sinned

I’d always been very well protected
with bubble over head
but with no bubble o’er me now
these visits I would dread

for she dabbled in a world
so treacherous and seedy 
that losing some or all of me 
held great possibility

I was honest and up front
for I knew I had to be
for as much as I had checked her out
she too was checking me

we were guided by her heart 
and I followed my own
an unlikely pair to be paired up
prior to this unknown

polar opposites at best
and opposites attract 
the journey was destined to be long and hard
but we were now attached

mine was an awful foolhardy addiction
I was lost to even myself
she was the carrier of my drug
I’d put caution on the shelf

I felt that I was losing
my fears were for us all
but God’s grace was upon me
and He wouldn't let me fall

days and weeks and months went by
and when late June rolled ‘round
I gathered up my frazzled nerves
and dressed in that green gown

the doctor walked into the room
and things took off real fast
when he handed that angel over to me
I said “thank God, at last”

her APGAR score was perfect
no problems there to bare
I’d be taking my angel home real soon 
oh yes, this life IS fair

                    by Rochelle Harris
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Nunez Avatar
May 3, 2015 at 5:55 AM
Oh, very good one, Rochelle. A baby can really give us that sense of fulfillment no other achievement can. Keep penning!
Harris Avatar
May 3, 2015 at 10:34 AM
Yes. This is a true story/write... God picked her for us and us for her...and then we took her home! ...walkin' on sunshine...Rochelle
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