(A lone voice whispers)
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It may be a memory of
Christmas's past
Of wonderful times that will always linger and still last
I may be a beautiful lost sonnet echoing in the distance
Making a quiet noise in fields of forgotten golden dreams
An extraordinary love song you may still hear above nightly screams
I may be a low whisper speaking such comforting illuminating truths within your beloved mind
A treasured memory you still revisit maybe all the time
I may be all these things and so many, many more
But even though I'm not standing beside you anymore
Just remember
It's just you I'll always adore
All my treasured memories may be painful as they too come rushing through familiar doors
But always remember
I'm now your heavenly
blessed protector and beloved guardian angel
Who's been appointed and duly summoned to help you to iron out
All those old emotions that still linger and last which you still feel are too painful to explore
Copyright John Duffy
A conjured piece from a low whisper.
Do you too believe in Guardian Angels?
I hope so.
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