Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Special Angel


Having a special angel who guides my doctor's mind and
surgeon's hands and eyes,

Watching over me both day and night, making sure family
is close by and I won't have to be alone at night.

Waking daily from reveries of dreams, knowing I'm being
taken care of, relaxing, being calmed by angel's wings.

Soft rhythms soothing effects of stressful living,
sending prayers to heaven, whisperingly sent to God.


Having a special angel who watches over me, keeping me
safe from harm, helping me to be what I am - a mother to
my children.

Life is difficult at best, but I have a special angel
helping me.

A special angel I call Mom.

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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