I remember your gentle hands
Warm like a downy blanket
Soft like a plush teddy bear
Tender like a cotton snow pillow
I was only a five-year-old
And you were my guardian angel
With slinky-like silver ringlets in which
The sun’s golden rays often hid
I was playing on the floor
Toys lay scattered round me
Evening had just descended wafted
Through windows by autumn winds
I remember how you came
Light-footed like a being
Not from this earth
And patiently gathered my toys
We played with them you said
Now it’s time to put them away
They are also tired…
They tried hard to make me happy…
I remember you walking with me
You were in a warm winter coat
And a fluffy dandelion hat
Gray-white like an angel’s wing
And every morning
Your tender warm hands
Prepared crispy pancakes
Fringed with buttered lace
But I had to leave you…
For a long long time
Had to turn the corner with
A heart-rending glance behind me
There you stood waving to me
Your soft wrinkled cheeks
Golden-waxed with crystal tears
Your gray-blue eyes aglow with love
As a child I often wondered
What happens to an angel’s soul
After she leaves our earth?
This brittle but rose-dream world?
Perhaps you became a dandelion
Bent by the wind on a blue-blue lawn
What was I to know?
I was just a little girl
But I knew that angels have wings
And I think yours were blue…
To this day I long to ask you:
You were always a blue blue angel, right?