Where is my Guardian Angel?
I need her right now;
I feel like I’m not coping;
I want her to show me how.
I don’t need butterfly kisses;
For me, no gossamer wings;
Just some kind words of wisdom;
That a semblance of sanity brings.
I don’t need a joyous chorus;
For me, no shimmering, golden light;
Just some sound words of advice;
To help me get things right.
I don’t need finery made from silk;
For me, no tresses flowing and long;
Just some worthwhile words of help;
To keep me bold and strong.
Where is my Guardian Angel?
I want her right away;
To help me make tough choices;
I want her with me to stay.
by Robbie Cheadle
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Beautiful poem Robbie!!!
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Thank you, Beth
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Very nice rhyme and meter.
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We all need an angel sometimes.
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You are my angel round here Robbie. Love your presence here.
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Thank you, Yassy. You are very kind.
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You are very welcome Robbie.
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That is a lovely poem and as ever I am in awe of your beautiful cake. x
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Thank you, that was my first ever attempt at an angel out of fondant.
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My GOD. I am speechless which is saying something. It is amazing. You made a fabulous job xxxxxx
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May we all, always feel our Guardian Angels at the best moment. ❤
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Absolutely, Annette.
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I feel like that sometimes. Of course, I can always turn to my wife when I need some help. She doesn’t have wings, but her advice is still pretty good.
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It is great that you turn to your wife. That is how it should be.
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Oh, I really need this right now, Robbie! Thank you for the lovely poem!
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We all seem to need a Guardian Angel, our lives are so hectic.
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That was beautiful Robbie. And your guardian angel is with you always. All you have to do is call upon her/him, as you did in the poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Debby. It does seem to have helped as my team met our horrendously tight deadline this week and came up with a great deliverable. Little Michael is also recovering from his illness so things are looking up.
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You see, I was right. 🙂 Glad to hear things are working out and Michael is recovering. Believe Robbie. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Writers Desk.
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Beautiful poem and a gorgeous festive cake. Kudos!! ☺☺
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Thank you, Patricia and thank you for re-blogging.
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I think mine has taken a few vacations over the years but been with me for the most part.
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That is how I felt when I wrote this – that mine had take a short vacation. She is back now [smile].
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I’m the cook
and Maria bakes
We both write
As Sheldon Always
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Brilliant, I will pop in and visit your blog shortly.
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Is there any chance that cake might be for sale? I’m hungry!
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Unfortunately couriers don’t deliver cakes [smile]
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Oh well, one can never give up hope!
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We’re all in this together, Robin. You’re lovely poem confirms it. Well done! 🙂
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Thank you, Bette.
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