Our Beloved Guardian Angel

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given to us temporarily for those limited days here I can imagine the wide smile, the lips curled in joy As she receives all that she deserves.</p><p id="c61a">I imagine her new playground is her greatest joy As she moves with the forward flow Swinging from the clouds, higher and higher I swear there are times I hear her high pitched giggle As I go about my day, missing her.</p><p id="d55d">Backwards and forwards, the creaking of the chains As she sits on that wooden plank, below the clouds Legs hanging down as she moves to the flow As she watches us from upon her swing Peering down on us as she plays.</p><p id="eac6">I often look towards the clouds As I know she watches us from above, from way up high She has become our guardian angel Sending hugs and love on those days we’re saddest As she conveys her need for us to survive.</p><p id="55cf"><i>Thank you for reading</i></p><p id="981e"><i>If you liked this piece, you may also like this one.</i></p><div id="eee9" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-last-lone-wolf-7d9b121cd7d0"> <div> <div> <h2>The Last Lone Wolf</h2>

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As she watches over us as she swings from the clouds

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Her time with us was limited Only a dozen or so years on this plane She grew her wings to fly with the angels above Wearily, sadly, she pronounced her final words, her goodbyes As she drifted quietly on her way.

She never wanted our tears Smiling brightly in the face of all our fears She was the one to become our biggest supporter As she battled with the taking of every breath Where she fought and lost the fight for us all.

The very definition of bravery It’s no wonder she was flown to paradise early The closest thing to an earth angel Full of love, wisdom, excitement and courage And she never ever dropped that ball, until the end.

She now resides in paradise Where I’ve secretly known she always belonged Only given to us temporarily for those limited days here I can imagine the wide smile, the lips curled in joy As she receives all that she deserves.

I imagine her new playground is her greatest joy As she moves with the forward flow Swinging from the clouds, higher and higher I swear there are times I hear her high pitched giggle As I go about my day, missing her.

Backwards and forwards, the creaking of the chains As she sits on that wooden plank, below the clouds Legs hanging down as she moves to the flow As she watches us from upon her swing Peering down on us as she plays.

I often look towards the clouds As I know she watches us from above, from way up high She has become our guardian angel Sending hugs and love on those days we’re saddest As she conveys her need for us to survive.

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