I heard an angel when I was but a child.
Her lovely, soothing voice was soft and mild.
She assured me, "I'll watch out for you.
I'll keep you safe until your life is through."
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My angel never once truly appeared.
I told no one about her - they'd laugh, I feared.
Her constant advise; "Always choose to be kind."
And so I found friends who were of like mind.
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Once, driving to work, she yelled, "Turn in a flash,"
And when I did, I narrowly avoided a crash.
She nudged me later to enter the medical field.
And now, I've lost track of how many souls I've healed.
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My angel brought me security and love.
She taught me a belief in those above.
And now, as I approach life's finish line,
I've come to know my angel's voice was mine.
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Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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Absolutely Love This 🫶🏾
Oh, this is so beautiful! I adored this. 💙
This is beautiful
This is lovely <3
Well done Julie.
That's a great metaphor for gut feeling and instincts
Lovely words