White Socks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl meets her guardian angel for the very first time. Quite humorous with awkward conversations, the two get to know each other. This poem is the first in a series of poems that revolve around the girl and her guardian angel.

Submitted: April 18, 2008

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Night, please stay, Sleep ran away…



Crouching at the edge of my bed, he stares
Patiently waiting for an acknowledgement;
Glittering golden robe that reached his ankles,
Brilliant white socks on his feet, still unmoving.

Blinking my eyes more than twice, I stare
Curiously at the man with the handsomest face,
As I lay unmoving on my bed, he stirs slightly
Sighing as if tired of waiting.

‘Hello’ I doubted he would talk,
But suddenly his face was too close to mine:
‘You can see me, right?’ and I nod slowly,
Unsure of what to make of the whole situation.

‘Call me whatever you want, whenever you want,
I’ll always be listening,’
He was crouching at the edge again;
Staring at me staring at him, he smiles.

‘Do I look too perfect for you?’
White feathers in the air, he stands
Floating in midair, defying gravity…
Most definitely showing off.

An angel says things like that? I wondered,
Still staring at him like a fool;
Rolling his eyes, he crouched once more,
‘Anything you want to talk about?’


Night, please stay, an Angel came my way...


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