Our Beloved Guardian Angel
As she watches over us as she swings from the clouds
Her time with us was limited
Only a dozen or so years on this plane
She grew her wings to fly with the angels above
Wearily, sadly, she pronounced her final words, her goodbyes
As she drifted quietly on her way.
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She never wanted our tears
Smiling brightly in the face of all our fears
She was the one to become our biggest supporter
As she battled with the taking of every breath
Where she fought and lost the fight for us all.
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The very definition of bravery
It’s no wonder she was flown to paradise early
The closest thing to an earth angel
Full of love, wisdom, excitement and courage
And she never ever dropped that ball, until the end.
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She now resides in paradise
Where I’ve secretly known she always belonged
Only given to us temporarily for those limited days here
I can imagine the wide smile, the lips curled in joy
As she receives all that she deserves.
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I imagine her new playground is her greatest joy
As she moves with the forward flow
Swinging from the clouds, higher and higher
I swear there are times I hear her high pitched giggle
As I go about my day, missing her.
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Backwards and forwards, the creaking of the chains
As she sits on that wooden plank, below the clouds
Legs hanging down as she moves to the flow
As she watches us from upon her swing
Peering down on us as she plays.
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I often look towards the clouds
As I know she watches us from above, from way up high
She has become our guardian angel
Sending hugs and love on those days we’re saddest
As she conveys her need for us to survive.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
So sad and yet so beautiful
Missing a loved one is always very tough. A lovely poem my friend
I can feel the emotion throughout this piece. So bittersweet to have shared a short period of time with the beloved. Thank you for sharing!
Great poem! My favorite part: Backwards and forwards, the creaking of the chains As she sits on that wooden plank, below the clouds Legs hanging down as she moves to the flow As she watches us from upon her swing Peering down on us as she plays.