Time is a Circle

I watch, with fond remembrance, this freckle faced girl running from the sprinklers on her Grandparents lawn. She slips on the tall, slick grass but regains her balance only because I caught her before her head could smack the pavement, ending what needs to be.

I sit, still uneasy even knowing what I do, in the passenger seat of her first car. The car to her right will swerve into her lane in just a moment yet she moves when I whisper a warning well before it does, no idea how close she came to the end.

I wish, more than anything yet hold back, that I could tell her never to go on that first date, he will shatter her. This I cannot do. She needs to go through it all to become who she will be. To go where she will go. To give what she is meant to give this world.

I do wake her Father up when she is unconscious on the floor though, just in time to get her to the hospital before she stops breathing.

I am the voice in the back of her mind that will keep her safe until she has learned all she needs and not a second longer.

I always thought it was intuition or perhaps someone whom I had lost to this place.

But time is not linear here, you see.

Only now do I know my guardian angel is me.