A Poem A Week #20

My Guardian Angel

This day, I wept.
I had reason to.
There stirred something new
In the air.
The fire burned hot.
I shivered cold.
I sat lonely,
Afraid.
Then a voice
Chimed bold, soft.
It bellowed
And it whispered.
My head bolted upright.
My hands reached into the air.
I knew that voice
From somewhere.
It always sang;
Always thrummed in my ear.
I found my Guardian Angel.
He stretched down
And wiped my tears.

Catherine Joy

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