I see you


even though you aren’t here.
I see you


every night in my dreams.
I long


for your touch,






for the sound of your voice,


for the safe embrace your arms hold.
I tell

my parents you aren’t gone
but they don’t believe me.

Maybe


they don’t believe in angels











like I do.
Maybe


you only show yourself









to me.
Maybe


they are right and








it’s just my imagination.

But how could I imagine







something so real?
How can I feel




something so much










and think it’s made up?
No!-
I know this is real.
You are here.
I believe you




are guiding me on my journey.
You’re my guardian angel aren’t you?
You are


here to protect me and to keep me safe.
Thank you grandmother,







for being my angel.