There Were Angels In Harrison...Restored To Original Poem by John Tansey

I lived beneath my children,
For a brief but harried time.

Yet, I knew solace that winter,
Knowing my boys were above me.

Running up the stairs, after school,
I could hear them for hours, through the walls,

At night, their muffled angelic voices
Would chase my nightmares away.

And when I fell to my knees, hopeless
they would descend like Angels

With broad white wings, calming me,
faithfully, I slept to the whispering whir of a fan...

And the God I prayed to was a boy
Who had a little brother he shared a cloud with.

And I, a broken man, was their charge


Copyright ©2006 John Thomas Tansey