wrestling with congruency
I wish I had an angel friend
to watch over your tiny travels,
to walk with you and wander through
daisy stream and meadow.
I wish to have an angel friend
when it becomes your time
to go exploring on your own
to catch you if too high you climb
above this grownup world of pace
too fast to see a child’s face.
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