I held him tight
Curls damp against
my devoted lips
And cold as sobriety
Were my frenzied blessings
Upon his sweet heavenly cheeks.
Each lash lacerated my
Pounding heart
I felt such an ocean of love for my
Little son
And then
I knew what an angel is
At last
Not a winged fairy being
Of dazzling white
Not a robed figure of towering light
No
Not even my cherubic babe
An angel is merely his innocence
That creates an unstoppable tidal wave
Of love which storms across wild seas
And recedingshores
Of human limitations
And thunders
"No more!..
Be discontent
With your lot.
Angels are Love
Which you have yourself
Wrought."
Angels don't watch over us
But our creations are
Fashioned from purest brooding thought
Benefactors protectors or guardians,
Shields of love
For purity and innocence
Catalyzed by such a little lovely thing
As a sleeping babe sheltered in your
Nestling wings.
© Amrita Valan 2015
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