My ‘Ode to an angel’ rounds off a new book called, ‘These Winter Months: The Late Orphan Project Anthology’. The book is a collection of stories written after the death of a parent. The focus isn’t on grief or sadness, but rather the simpler things. It’s about the intricate and universal workings of family – regrets, learning, problem solving, daily life, and most definitely, love.
My story, ‘The Teacher’ is one of more than 20 short stories that form the collection. You can find the book at https://www.createspace.com/6021628
Ode to an angel ~
Two baubles of hazel rimmed in brown, glimmer and follow my walk across the expanse.
They watch high and low, near and far, protecting as a long-time guardian.
Their ripples of warmth flow on wings of abundant love that nurture its young.
Tears well at the framed image of you above our table.
We know you’re here today, where we have gathered to celebrate.
The woman dressed in red knows too, within her own pale eyes of grey, sad and lonely and that pine for you.
They say more than anyone dares see.
You breathe into our home of joy, among the fluttering fuchsias and vacillating vines that once you tended, within the wine you brewed.
We know you’re here, where you watch over as a sentinel on lookout duty. Our keeper and custodian of this family.
We see you in the face of those sitting today, in their smiles and laughter and eyes too, in their weariness after this being together, grand day, dressed in an apron of yesterday.
You’re always with us, in the hues of our dreams and thoughts, in your knick-knacks within our homes and seedlings of our garden, in our every way.
We know an angel is here today.