My Guardian Angel


When I was a child,
My mother taught me to pray.
Every night before I slept,
My Guardian Angel prayer I said.

I grew up believing,
My Guardian Angel, my protector.
A call to my defender,
Will always be answered.

In angels with wings and swords,
A child’s trust, never falters.
Today, I can still recite this prayer,
A faith from childhood grown stronger.

The words in this prayer,
To light and guard, to rule and guide,
A tough job has my Guardian Angel,
To protect me from danger.

Everyday when I venture out,
Are places where evil may reside.
My Guardian Angel by my side,
Protecting and defending me always.

I once was asked, does he have a name?
Who? Your Guardian Angel.
No. Don’t you want to know his a name?
How? In your prayer, ask him.

So, in prayer I asked.
Time went by and I forgot.
But My Guardian Angel remembered.
And whispered his name to me – Jessie!

By C. E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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