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My Angels
Sunday, January 2, 2011, 4:54 PM


We’ve all been told of immortal flying saints
Guardian angels some call them
Silent sentinels soaring unnoticed in our midst
I saw their picture today on a box of Christmas cookies and crème
And through a half-munched cookie thought
If truly someone out there is looking after me
Why do I still stumble? Why do I hurt?
If only we could abandon sanity and roam carefree
Complacent, knowing there would be somebody
To pick up the pieces after every fall
A comforting shoulder to lean on until
Once again we’d be able to stand and walk tall
This slight shadow of doubt soon left
Replaced by a glow exuding happiness that came
With the discovery of who my angels were
Sweetened by a smile, the leftover cookie hardly tasted the same
©Akanksha Chauhan (2009)

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