Guardian Angel

In the beginning, it all seemed like a dream, I then realized that this was my life and I had to live it. I lived with my mother she raised me so well but then when it all seemed perfect that was when things suddenly took a turn for the worse. I was 3 when my mother, my angel, my strength, and my hope passed on. 

I was still at a very tender age by then, I hardly even remember her beautiful smile as shown in pictures, she was so beautiful an angel indeed. The love and warmth I had been receiving had been viciously taken away from me, I had nothing left at such a tender age I had nothing. I was falling apart piece by piece and I had no one to put back the pieces. 

The hugs and walks to the park, are a story I was told by my grandmother. I had no memory of her but I could still feel the warmth of her hugs even when I was older. I could still smell her off of her jersey that she left behind for me "Be gentle with her" she said before saying her goodbyes and leaving this earth. 

At that tender age I still remember her kisses and how she'd tell me that she love me, oh the love I had been receiving the tender love and care, she is an angel she is my angel and I remember her name her hair colour how she would bravely walk into a battle with only her apron on, she was the best of the best a lady and a fighter. 

She fought through sickness but unfortunately her heart gave up, but I know she died brave, she died ready she knew that the day would come and still she put her smile on and left to go fight the world and its beasts, she came back sick but she was ready to be an angel and spread her wings and fly. 

She was ready but my heart wasn't my soul wasn't my mind wasn't my heart wasn't but she was. 

I love you mama wherever you are, my guardian angel.