My Guardian Angel Poem by Willem VanVoorthuysen

While driving home late nights,
in heavy traffic, moving fast,
on narrow country highways,
I tell myself you are still there,
right next to me me, exactly
where you so loved to be, until
God took you back to heaven.

You are a humble helper of
our Savior's Holy Spirit now;
your lovely presence does
what even the strongest coffee
could't achieve: remind me to
drive carefully, because of
my very special passenger..
.