Snuggled in close,
white, cotton socks,
fluffy hair,
a children’s book,
or two, or three.
Angel of God,
my guardian dear,
Your smell,
wet dough and powder.
to whom her love
commits me here
We were perfect then,
our prayers, protection.
and ever this day,
be at my side
If I could crawl inside
your big sweater,
to light and guide
live forever in your voice
singing to the radio,
to rule and guard.
tracing the scar
across your forehead.
Amen.
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