My Guardian

My Guardian is a poem that is spiritual and personal.

The wind in my face,
My hair tangling into knots,
The smell of the autumn breeze is just what I need.
Some time to think and explore the corners of my mind.
Memories rushing,
Spinning 'round and 'round.
I feel the tears swelling in my eyes.
I can barely see when the wind blows my tears away. . .
and I say,
Thank You for taking such good care of me.