True Story

My son was just born
Was very very small
Had laid him right down
So he wouldn't fall
Felt a seizure coming on
Went right into a grand mal
It had already started
So couldn't even make a cal
l
Seizure was almost done
Looked across the room
In my chair was someone
Dressed in white
Couldn't quite recognize
Who it was in sight
When seizure was through
Looked over at the chair
That person dressed in white
Was no longer in sight
Called mom right away
Told what happened and stared
Realized that day an angel was
Sent to protect and take care

3/2/14

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do believe in Angels. Here to protect us and keep us strong. I liked the story. I hope the child is doing well. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote