What Angels See
I turn the knob slowly
Till it will turn no more
And gently push the door to your room
Soft footed, I step long,
Over the board that sounds,
To your bed
I stand and gaze on your sleeping form
To see what it is
Those angels see
When they guard your sleep
Little one
I, once hardened,
Am awed
A sentimental fool
What propels your functions?
From where did you grasp your perfections?
You’ve melted this heart of ice
Yet you stretch and yawn unaware
I long for the stillness of the angels
To gaze and to stay
So many cares and worries call-
Child,
May your angels ever watch over you
Long after I’m gone.
Michele Marie
