Guardian Angel
©By Kathy Simcox

As I sit looking down
upon the thick stone
above your shell,
the soft, whispering breeze
hushes my fears as I think
of all the days to come.

Are you there? I call out to you.
My mind is full of dreams yet realized,
and memories of hearts broken.
Yours was one of those hearts.
So long ago.
So much pain.
No one would listen.

I invite you into my soul,
I want you to heal.
I will tell you I want to feel
your pain, to grow from it.

Anger.
Loneliness.
Sadness.
Emptiness.

People you once believed in
didn't believe in you, and thus,
didn't truly believe in Him.
you cry out to my soul, for someone
To catch your tears.
Someone you thought was out of reach,
someone you thought would forget you.

I lift my hands to catch those tears;
they trickle down my arms.
I feel you smile.
No, I didn't forget.

Our spirits are one,
bound by heritage,
forged with love.
No more pain.
No more loneliness.
No more broken lives.

My heart will heal yours
by keeping dreams alive.
I will honor your memory
by being strong and looking
for you in every breath I take.

For you and your Lord, grandma,
I live.

Kathy works as an Administrative Assistant in the College of the Arts at The Ohio State University. She holds a BA in Psychology and is currently working on a second BA in Religious Studies. In addition to writing, her passions include hiking, biking, kayaking, photography, and singing in her church choir. She is also known to read an occasional book. Her articles have been published on www.grieflossrecovery.com and www.outofthecube.com.