Your eyes open to the world.
A smiling angel places their finger
on the dimple of oblivion.
Here is life, opening its arms to you.
I will always be there,
showing you the way.
But often you won’t hear me —
sometimes slipping into a smile
that you won’t respond to,
a gaze from which you will turn away...
And perhaps, in the guise of this other
person, you will cause me suffering.
Because you know — angels cry too.
Then, on my wing, I will take the weight
of your weary soul.
And from the face of a child,
rescued from forgetfulness,
you will see me.
At the end of the road,
life will bid you a final farewell:
a few regrets,
a lot of remorses.
Your name entered
in the golden Book of Remembrance.
Your eyes open to the world.
A smiling angel places their finger...
on the dimple of oblivion.