Huh! Can it
be? I didn't start a story by saying, "okay
people?" what has the world come
to?! Okay, I'm back. This is a poem about Kari thinking about TK's
death. Don't ask me how he died.
Guardian Angel
His eyes were
a light baby blue.
They looked
like the sky on a clear day.
His hair was
a shimmering gold.
It looked
like drops of golden sunshine.
His hands were
gentle.
Whenever he
touched me, I felt soothed.
His face was
a beautiful peach.
He looked
like he just came inside after being on the beach.
His lips were
soft.
When he
kissed me, I felt like everything was right.
He was an angel from above.
He still is.
But I lost him somehow.
He slipped out of my grasp.
I never wanted to let him go.
But I knew he had to.
Now he is an angel in heaven;
Rather than here on earth.
I hope you can hear this, TK.
I hope you know you're my guardian angel.