She did yet recall that moment when, ascending the steps that led to the roses garden, it was nightfall, one of the first nights when the air was filled with the scent of summer, and her father was sad, She halted upon the uppermost step and gave him a big hug.
He was angry with her, now she didn't even remember why, but surely it was because of her, she vividly remembered it.
She had hugged him tightly and said: "Father, you're such a child".
His response had been: I am as I am. I'm this way".
Memories. She was always fighting against memories. And those of the dead father whispered at her like voices, back from remote places, approaching as surely as death. Those voices would crash whatever they met and replace her with themselves. She thought of her mother, of the aunts, of grandmother and grandfather, she thought of so many. They had all passed away. What remained of them? Memories, frail memories sometimes.
I am a mystery, she thought. What was I and what am I?
The mystery I cannot see through.
She saw herself weeping in that little bedroom. Father had left the house forever that day.
Silvia, what will become of us now?
I don’t know, Claudia. But I am sure, Father will never leave us alone. He is an angel. Did you know?
An angel?
Yes, he is.
How do you know it?
I know.
But how?
I saw him flying.
You saw him flying?
Yes, I was sleeping one night. I woke up and I saw him flying around the bed, watching us, like a guardian angel. There was love in his eyes. They were full of love, his eyes. Only our guardian angel can have such eyes, such love!
Listen Claudia I know a poem about guardian angels, it is beautiful
In the quiet of the night and the still of the day,
Guardian angels, in their own subtle way,
Watch over us with love so pure,
In their protection, we are secure.
Eyes that sparkle with heavenly light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
Wings that shelter in times of fear,
Whispering comfort, always near.
They dance on the edge of a gentle breeze,
And hum in the rustle of the trees.
Invisible hands that guide our way,
Guardian angels with us, night and day.
Their love, a beacon, a shining ray,
Illuminating paths when we lose our way.
In their light, we find our peace,
Guardian angels, bring us sweet release
Her eyes, those poor wet eyes, shut that night. They closed soothingly, as if a gift of love had descended to bring peace to her little heart. Silvia watched her sleep. Now, finally, Silvia could cry. At last, she could let go of the pain she had so often strived to hold back.
He was angry with her, now she didn't even remember why, but surely it was because of her, she vividly remembered it.
She had hugged him tightly and said: "Father, you're such a child".
His response had been: I am as I am. I'm this way".
Memories. She was always fighting against memories. And those of the dead father whispered at her like voices, back from remote places, approaching as surely as death. Those voices would crash whatever they met and replace her with themselves. She thought of her mother, of the aunts, of grandmother and grandfather, she thought of so many. They had all passed away. What remained of them? Memories, frail memories sometimes.
I am a mystery, she thought. What was I and what am I?
The mystery I cannot see through.
She saw herself weeping in that little bedroom. Father had left the house forever that day.
Silvia, what will become of us now?
I don’t know, Claudia. But I am sure, Father will never leave us alone. He is an angel. Did you know?
An angel?
Yes, he is.
How do you know it?
I know.
But how?
I saw him flying.
You saw him flying?
Yes, I was sleeping one night. I woke up and I saw him flying around the bed, watching us, like a guardian angel. There was love in his eyes. They were full of love, his eyes. Only our guardian angel can have such eyes, such love!
Listen Claudia I know a poem about guardian angels, it is beautiful
In the quiet of the night and the still of the day,
Guardian angels, in their own subtle way,
Watch over us with love so pure,
In their protection, we are secure.
Eyes that sparkle with heavenly light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
Wings that shelter in times of fear,
Whispering comfort, always near.
They dance on the edge of a gentle breeze,
And hum in the rustle of the trees.
Invisible hands that guide our way,
Guardian angels with us, night and day.
Their love, a beacon, a shining ray,
Illuminating paths when we lose our way.
In their light, we find our peace,
Guardian angels, bring us sweet release
Her eyes, those poor wet eyes, shut that night. They closed soothingly, as if a gift of love had descended to bring peace to her little heart. Silvia watched her sleep. Now, finally, Silvia could cry. At last, she could let go of the pain she had so often strived to hold back.
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