His Guardian Angel
an ethereal presence slid into the corners of a melancholy day
she uplifted the protagonist as she knew she could
for he was her golden boy; she had loved him since beyond time
his gloomy continence took a rather sharp turn
he felt uplifted, as if positivity had been injected into his brains
hark, who is there? he wondered
his grandmother was the first spirit he considered
she had always been his champion
why should she be anything else but his heroine post death?
he listened for her words
they came not from her voice
but from her heart directly into his heart
he knew he was not alone; she was here
his blessed grandmother, one of his favorite people
of this realm, and now of the heavenly realm
her words resounded into the recesses of his soul
no one else knew him as well
or could uplift him this quickly
he felt refreshed and invigorated.
“she would be lucky to have you,” his guardian angel whispered.
not his grandmother’s voice, but her spirit.
He ran off to ask Dorothy to be his bride.
No one in the world reminded him more of his grandmother.
With her soft brown eyes and her wonderful listening ways.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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