Guardian Angel

The road I walked alone was long and lonely.
  I could hear the rumbling of something.
Then one thought of something  when I was just a child gave me strength.
  It was the angel that lead me to him.
My first love.
  Then over the rumbling I heard the sweetest voice I had ever heard 
but... it was a familiar.
   I knew then I was not alone and I never would be.
He has been there unknown to me.
   Just waiting until my weakest  moment to let me know he would be there 
when I needed him.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Bartholomew Avatar
August 26, 2015 at 8:11 AM
That is beautiful :)
Walter Skyy Avatar
August 26, 2015 at 8:46 AM
I am glad you like this poem. I hope to see you again!!!
Canerdy Avatar
August 25, 2015 at 10:54 AM
Lovely and uplifting! Oh, yes, there are guardian angels. Janice
Walter Skyy Avatar
August 25, 2015 at 11:09 AM
Thank you for stopping pass and I am glad you enjoyed this poem. I hope to see you again!!!
Lindley Avatar
August 23, 2015 at 11:41 AM
You summed it up so well.Guardian angels do exist. Tis' the only thing that can explain my own survival this long. Solid 7 on this poem. Thanks
Walter Skyy Avatar
August 25, 2015 at 11:10 AM
I am glad you stopped passed and I am lad you enjoyed this poem. I hope you will come again!!!
Boddie Avatar
August 12, 2015 at 12:00 PM
we are all Angels in some way....I offer free tutoring and always Pray....you inspire me to do great things....my pen Loves the inspiration you always bring....;)
Walter Skyy Avatar
August 25, 2015 at 11:08 AM
Can I have some lessons???
Deremer Avatar
July 20, 2015 at 6:22 PM
A very nice poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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