Poem: “What Angels See”

What Angels See

I turn the knob slowly
Till it will turn no more
And gently push the door to your room
Soft footed, I step long,
Over the board that sounds,
To your bed
I stand and gaze on your sleeping form
To see what it is
Those angels see
When they guard your sleep

Little one
I, once hardened,
Am awed
A sentimental fool
What propels your functions?
From where did you grasp your perfections?
You’ve melted this heart of ice
Yet you stretch and yawn unaware

I long for the stillness of the angels
To gaze and to stay
So many cares and worries call-
May your angels ever watch over you
Long after I’m gone.

Michele Marie

Michele Marie is a poet and creative writer from Illinois.
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