A presence is felt,
within ones world.
While the soul crawls in existence
throughout any situation that twirls…..
In good times and bad.
Smile now or cry later.
Whatever is said,
the presence grows greater.
It lives on ones shoulder,
or so I've been told….
With us it grows older,
and comes in angelic form.
Protects us from all,
the harm of any cause.
It sorrows with us,
If we tend to fall.
The guardian It is…
Defined in many ways.
Dedicated to remain,
our protective of life's haze…..


well done Niyorco!!!!!! :yup: your writing never ceases to amaze me!!!!!
