Guardian

I wrote this tonight as I remembered how often he had stood in the corner of the room watching me type. It is one of the things I miss about Keith

Guardian

There is someone watching over me

As I sit here and weave my words

He’s standing in the shadows

In the corner of the room

I can almost see him standing there

In the shadow beyond the lamp

Nodding and smiling at me

As I sit and type tonight

That feeling is never far from me

When I work late into the night

I never feel it in the day though

I know he’s here then too

He’ll be there patiently watching

Waiting until the words

Are all pumped out upon the page

And my eyelids start to droop

When I am ready his hand I take

And we walk towards the door

Away to the bed in the room out back

To curl up till daylight comes

Gently he helps me into bed

Rubs the aches from my neck and back

Curls up around me and holds me safe

As I sleep in his arms at night

He’s always there the guardian

Encouraging me to dream

To tell the stories we both share

As we talk late into the night

He knows the secrets of my soul

The one’s that no one else knows

My fears and dreams are safe though

Locked away in his silence

He’s here tonight watching still

As I start to nod my head

The smile is there as it always was

I know it’s time for bed

So I’ll take his hand again tonight

And chat as we walk our walk

Curl up in a ball in his arms

My guardian has me safe

© Dawn Millen 2012