I know I ran you ragged
In the late 70s.
All those times I drank too much
And put myself with risky people
You were there
Heeding my parent’s prayers
Though you would have been there anyway.
Did you have emergency meetings?
Strategic planning sessions?
Did your wings tremble
While I was oblivious to the danger?
You must have shaken your heads
And called for more back up
The night I went out alone
To that infamous street
We used to ride down
With the doors locked.
It was a dead.
No one even talked to me.
You must have been surrounding me
Shielding me with your light
And I didn’t even know it.
Did you yell at me to
Just go home, for Godsake!
I must have heard you sometimes
From the back corner of my mind.
I’m sorry I put you through so much.
And even when I was older
And should have known better
But blinded by grief
I fell into that slimy pit,
The rebound from hell
And stumbled around in circles
Until you pried open my eyes
And showed me the way out.
Did you know there was something better coming?
Did you nudge us toward each other?
Did you dance when we finally got it right?
I cannot thank you enough,
my guardian angels.
Thank you for saving my life.
I hope you get to go on vacation.
(And thank you for watching over my kids.
I know they run you ragged sometimes.)