Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (guardians)
Echoes of emotions wash over me as I gaze and remember.
Bewitched and writhing under covers
As angels rustled,
their dresses sweeping past my bed,
and gently approached to anoint my forehead with a kiss.
Their touch startled me from my sad reverie, and I breathed once more.
Deep, gasping breaths
That filled my lungs with hope.
The sadness subsided,...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 8:13 pm