14 April 2012
He watches over over. This angel of yours. Remembering the years as they were once before.
And when you are sad he dries the tears from your eyes. Longing for you, to hear his final goodbyes.
And when you sleep he sits on your bed. Whispering sweet dreams and stroking your head.
He knows that one day there will come a time. When the vow that you took will again entwine.
Dear angel we know you are watching right now. Our father our grandfather who must be so proud.
You are her guardian her guiding light. Our faceless angel who whispers good night.
Written 6.02.11 in memory of my grandfather Harold for my nan Doreen. Now published in my book COLOURED SKIES available from LuLu.com
Faceless Angel • Opuss № I