GUARDIAN… a poem Image credit Come back to me when you find yourselfCome back with all of youThe fairy tale we called our ownWas a perfect dream come trueBut fate lies in the nature ofThis ever-changing worldYou may have lost the one you loveBut you’ll never lose this girlYou see, I have a pair of wingsAnd I watch you, everydaySo, when you find yourself againKnow your angel is okay Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreEmailLike this:Like Loading... 29 thoughts on “GUARDIAN… a poem” Add yours Beautifully descriptive, Kevin. I like to think we all have an angel looking over us, comforting and guiding us… LikeLiked by 3 people Reply True! Thank you so much! ;-))) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Achingly beautiful. LikeLiked by 3 people Reply Thank you! ;-))) LikeLike Reply Most welcome 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person This is so beautiful!! Nicely done! LikeLiked by 3 people Reply Thank you so much! LikeLike Reply I love the idea of having a guardian angel! LikeLiked by 4 people Reply Thanks! Me too! LikeLike Reply My thought exactly. Then my next thought was that others might need the guardian angel more. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I wonder if there aren’t enough for everyone? Hmmm… LikeLiked by 1 person I didn’t think of that, just the chosen few. Hmmm. LikeLiked by 1 person Incredibly beautiful poem! LikeLiked by 3 people Reply Awe… Thank you so much! I very much apreciate it, and I’m so happy you stopped by! ;-))) LikeLike Reply Such vulnerability….. just lovely! ❤️ LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you!❤️ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Keep inspiring Kevin! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Preciousness…thank you! Good Lord willing. LikeLiked by 1 person Dear Kevin, hoping you could kindly email me: YBP@passcodelove.com Or May I please know your email add? Would love to send you a special message…, 😊 LikeLike Your poem reminded me so much of my dad. Every time a song came on the radio with a character dying and becoming an angel , I’d get his “Angels are a separate order of being” lecture, which I quite enjoyed. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply What a wonderful memory and legacy for you to have tucked away in the gray matter. 😊 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply It is. When I was in high school, my dad and I were night owls, and we’d have these conversations late at night. LikeLiked by 1 person My daughter is the only person I can stay up late with (2-3 in the morning) and not realize it… ;-))) LikeLiked by 1 person So you know what it’s like! LikeLiked by 1 person Indeed I do… 😊 LikeLiked by 1 person Wow! This is beautifully penned, Kevin! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you, Winnie! I met someone this past weekend who I believe I wrote this for as they lost their 15 year old daughter two years ago. It just fit… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply You’re welcome, Kevin! Yes, it fits. LikeLiked by 1 person Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.