GUARDIAN ANGEL

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As a child I recall at the end of my bed

A dark shadowy figure that filled me with dread

I remembered years later how it made me sad

When my Mother told me that was my Dad

Who had sailed far away to a land across the sea

Never to come home again to visit or see me

I was so very young and just could not understand

Why my Dad had left me for that far off foreign land

 

Sometimes I'd pretend when snuggled down in bed

That the figure standing there was an Angel instead

Come to cheer me up when I was feeling sad or down

There to look after me and keep me safe and sound

I wondered was it something I'd done when I was small

That made my Father leave and not care for me at all

Though I had no Father figure like other children had

At bedtime I'd pretend my Angel was my Dad

 

They say your life is shaped by what happens when you're young

There's nothing that can change the past, when all is said and done

Even time will not allow you to pretend or to forget

Things that happen when you're young, that your path in life set

As I now put pen to paper I feel something guide my hand

And these words that I have written no way had I planned

They've flown swiftly from my fingers just as if they need

A way to tell this story with all haste and speed

 

I wonder if this guiding presence that I feel here today

Can be my childhood Angel come again to show the way

For me to tell this story without feeling sad

Because my youth was spent without an earthly Dad

No matter what the reason is I am sure that he is here

Still watching over me and vanquishing my fears

If there's a reason for this story it truly must be said

That children can see Angels at the ends of their beds