Watching Over You
By Anonymous
As the gentle breeze,
caresses your face,
and sings you a lullaby.
You feel the presence,
of those you loved,
gently floating by.
Gazing through,
tear filled eyes,
wishing they were here.
Sweet memories,
of a time flown past,
echo’s you can hear.
Then you stop,
and wonder,
maybe there near by.
A gentle breeze,
those rustling leaves,
a beautiful butter fly.
All these signs,
give you comfort,
maybe they are true.
The Angels,
are our loved ones,
and there watching over you.
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