This morning I shot like an arrow <br />into the main road without stopping – <br />did not see the speeding white Pajero. <br />The kids were shocked, the driver looked <br />askance as I swerved into the oncoming <br />lane, I wasn’t fazed, felt contained in the <br /> <br />protection of the Lord – yet wondered <br />why I was so irresponsible as to charge <br />into a busy interchange; then you call, <br />wanting to know whether I saw the <br />accident. What accident? Right where <br />we enter the main road, exact spot <br /> <br />I nearly had a mishap – a taxi rolled, <br />you say… It seemed to me a preordained <br />calamity must occur there today; a trap <br />to catch the unwary driver by chance – it <br />nearly got the kids and me; by not stopping <br />I had been following subconscious cues <br /> <br />imperatively demanding a catastrophe. <br />I’m so glad that my father still prays for our <br />safety – I understand why he keeps warning <br />me when I’m behind the wheel – it is his <br />code of love, he fears my guardian angels may <br />take a well-earned break – they must be <br /> <br />completely exhausted keeping track of me…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-guardian-angels-take-a-well-earned-break/
