Lest We Forget Angels
lest we forget angels
lifting up
the fallen child,
the one within
the rocking carriage.
thumb-sucker delicacies,
in fetal position,
cosseted by wings
of a fan, blowing
away the neonatal blanket.
lest we forget angels
just out of reach,
palms up,
waiting for baby steps.
down on your knees,
back on the stairs, descending
a lofty set, just a few.
you turn
and stare.
how’d you jump
from the ledge,
when shorter to the ground?
now if you leap,
you’ll need replacement parts.
just staring at the carpeted steps
might do the same.
lean on the angels
like a cane. they pluck out
your pacifier, perhaps
a set of teeth, stained
with coffee and berries.
your very best haloes,
fiery rings,
you must pass through -
wisdom flames
of black and blue.
lest we forget angels
from birth to steps of death.
they have to work
with frailty, scratching
their perfect heads,
but always…ALWays
trusting God,
thanking him.
lest we forget angels
whose eyes sees God.
our guardians of home -
one we leave behind,
one where we belong.
7/25/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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