MY GUARDIAN ANGEL <br /> <br /> <br />One night I had a dream, it left a tale to tell, <br />I dreamed I saw an angel, poor thing, he wasn’t well. <br />His body was bruised and battered. <br />His wings were ripped and torn. <br />I saw that he could hardly walk, <br />He looked too tired and worn. <br /> <br />I walked right up and asked him, <br />“How can this be? ” <br />He turned and paused a bit, <br />These words he spoke to me… <br /> <br />“I’m your Guardian Angel! <br />A great task as you can see. <br />You have run amuck all year, <br />Look what you’ve done to me. <br /> <br />These bruises are from shielding you, <br />In times of dire ill. <br />The drugs you used so dangerously, <br />I paid for you that bill. <br /> <br />My wings, you say are ripped and torn, <br />A noble badge I bear. <br />They’ve flown for you so many times, <br />For evils unaware. <br /> <br />Each mark has its own story, <br />Of deadly wounds destroyed. <br />You made me wish more times than once, <br />That I was unemployed. <br /> <br />If only you could make it, <br />Standing on your own. <br />But please, don’t fret or worry, <br />You are never alone. <br /> <br />I’m here to watch over you, <br />Until my powers fail, <br />You’ve made it much easier, <br />Sitting there in jail.” <br /> <br />I could hardly believe what I had seen, <br />Let alone how much he cared, <br />I wept on his broad shoulders and left him in despair. <br />When I looked in the mirror the next morning, <br />I pondered why, I should try. <br />Then distantly, I thought I heard <br /> <br />A-Frail-Old-Angel-Cry! ! !<br /><br />Carol Rivers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-guardian-angel-24/
