August drabbles - 13
Guardian Angel (4 – Angel)
She was his angel when memory strayed, his guardian of the railroad tracks who always brought him back. And life was a train that had somehow jumped the rails.
He wasn’t sure how he got here, which strings he’d plucked, or how his paths had played. Somehow his bags had come unpacked, his luck betrayed, but the angel cast away fear.
She was his future, or his past, and she was dear.
“Sweet lass.”
“Here Dad.”
And a red case in the corner reminds; did he find her? Love? Or she might be his child.
She was his angel anyway.
She was his angel when memory strayed, his guardian of the railroad tracks who always brought him back. And life was a train that had somehow jumped the rails.
He wasn’t sure how he got here, which strings he’d plucked, or how his paths had played. Somehow his bags had come unpacked, his luck betrayed, but the angel cast away fear.
She was his future, or his past, and she was dear.
“Sweet lass.”
“Here Dad.”
And a red case in the corner reminds; did he find her? Love? Or she might be his child.
She was his angel anyway.
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