At different times of day
you can see shadows -you know
some long and others short
tis maybe ourself
there can be shadows
any where you go.
Tis a special shadow
that I tell ye about
it might be a angel -I think
for it comes and goes at will
appearing and then be gone in a wink.
When the sun is high
I see an angel on the wall
I see her and I believe shes real
for the shadow she cast is tall.
There was one day a short age ago
I seen her as we sat to eat
moving back and forth
and all the while
patiently caring and sweet.
She could go unheard
quietly watching over me
oft times I could hear
her singing softly
from where I couldn't see.
Be it breakfast, lunch or dinner
whether I was playing-
or sad- or happy
in every room of our old house
even times along side me
praying on her knees.
I loved her and t'was never afraid
for no ghost or things of danger
were past her view to me
she was ne're a stranger.
Then came the day she was gone
there amid dark clouds- with
no light to reflect at all
and there was my sweet mama
sick and dying
yet I seen no angel on the wall.
As I held mamas hand
I worried that now I would be alone
Mama knowing my heart full well
told me that all would
be alright- some how.
I told her about my special angel
who had come to me from
some where from forever
a tear ran down mamas cheek
"don't you worry-
she won't leave you- not ever."
She will still be there to watch over you
though not seen- but in a new way
for you will have an angel now-
but unseen just as she is today.
With that said- mama slipped from me
with a smile on her face-
with ne're a fear at all
it was then I knew for certain
the angel was
Mamas shadow on the wall.
Though that shadow has gone away
I still feel her waiting close at hand
for the child grew to be a woman
that could really understand.
