Savior Poem by Jennifer Deziel

Staring at me,
Making sure that i'm O.K.
Looks through the window and sees me sleeping.
I know that he's there for me at any moment I need him.
It's morning and he still sits there,
Observing my every move.

I wake up every morning,
Knowing that he's going to be sitting there,
On the bed,
Looking through the window,
Observing me.

My feelings for him are strong.
This is why I call him my Savior.

May 28/2009
British Columbia