My Guardian Angel Poem by Joanna Pavlides

Every morning
when I whisper thank you
in hundreds
I am surrounded
by the softness of your wings

Your strokes on my face
turn the tears
into mist
when I cry
on a sad day

When I fear another
you hold my hand
and dress me up
in an armour made out of your light
so I fight

After every battle
you help me lick my wounds
as I pray for your healing
this evening and at once
I close my eyes

As tomorrow I will open them again
to thank you
for tears to shed
for battles to fight
for licking my wounds
for feeling alive