The Angel Watches
Christina C. Franklin | Terri Kelleher
Buzz, click; buzz, click.
The machines hum in rhythm.
Outside — noise, hustle, bustle.
The elevator chimes its greeting.
Inside the room there’s quiet talk.
Some laughter, some tears, some silent nods.
A gentle breeze brushes your cheek.
But fear not.
Only love surrounds you.
The angel watches.
She’s behind you.
Her wings gently envelop your shoulders.
Many souls, both present and past, gather to encircle your bed.
You’re in good company.
Peace and love engulf you.
Like a favorite warm blanket.
Her wing brushes your cheek once again.
As she departs to oversee from a distance.
Darkness falls.
Visitors depart.
Sleep well my love.
Tomorrow is another journey.
Fear not.
The angel watches.
Your ship’s next voyage,
Will be on calm, turquoise waters.
This story was written for Christina’s husband’s family, when their beloved grandfather passed away.
