My Guardian Angel

This poem is a description of a vision I had of my mother some years after her death. I had always been close to my mother and her appearance, or apparition, was very comforting. It left me with the feeling that all of the problems I had been worrying about would, somehow, work themselves out and all would be well in the end.

My Guardian Angel


In blinding light she came to me,
her smile radiant as in life.
We walked to an outdoor café,
sat at an umbrella table.

Color was bleached by divine glow,
we drank tea, shared our memories.
Her wisdom, ageless; guided
my footsteps, freed my troubled mind.

We discussed my deceased father;
his failings, his indiscretions.
She accepted his weaknesses,
suggested I forgive him.

I held her hands, wrinkled, elegant;
hands that held me as a baby.
Back then she nursed, clothed, dressed
all my childhood wounds, tucked me in.

Now, in grace, all encompassing,
she comes to me in troubled times.
She guides my way and all is well;
my guardian angel, mother.

Note: This poem was featured in the December 23, 2009, edition of The Spiritual Newsletter
http://www.writing.com/main/newsletters/action/archives/id/3411

Thanks webwitch.