Guardian Angel Poem by Savannah Allison

Walking alone, or so she thought,
tears did fall from her delicate eyes,
onto her rosy cheeks,
The flowers were dead,
the world, dark, desolate, and bare, nowone else
had heart enough to care,

except her, she felt the pain
of the world,
on her thin shoulders,
how many nights,
she bowed her golden head,
and prayed,
blue eyes wide
throwing aside any pride,
letting herself ache for the others,

but little did she know,
that she did not stand alone,
a woman,
with hair like coal,
and eyes like emeralds,
wings shining, every color,
first gold, then pink, then white,
stood over her,

hand on her shoulder,
giving the girl,
the strength that she need,
to press on.