Have you ever dreamt about a loved one who recently died and it brought you to tears? Did you ever reflect on it? Did it compel you to write a poem or a song?
My beloved grandmother, my guardian angel, passed on earlier this year. It was a devastating loss. Honestly, though, she suffered with a terminal illness for two years, so I’m grateful she’s not suffering anymore.
A few minutes ago, I was woken up by a premonition of her dying in my arms, hugging me saying “I love you, son, or something similar. Then, in weird but typical fashion, she meta morphed into a kitten nuzzling against my shoulder. All of the sudden, I was holding her in my arms. Her warm body in its infancy, as a kitten.
She was nuzzling against my left shoulder. Her wide white eyes looked at mine a few times. But, she was peering over my shoulder, peering downward. My guardian angel was looking over me while I nuzzled in my bed.
I woke up almost completely in tears. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or relieved. I was curious to why this happened so much further away from when she actually died.
Alas, I was compelled to write a poem and I named it The Nuzzling Cub.
It reads:
Cub, Cub in her son’s arms
A kindered spirit
Lovable and lively
In her son’s arms
Earthly body dead and cold
In spirit, alive and well
In my arm
Nuzzling, nuzzling
Wide-eyed peering
Down at me
Safe and Loved
The nuzzling cub in her son’s arms
I’m slightly altering it.
The name now The Guardian Angel
The Guardian Abgel
It reads
Nuzzling cub in her son’s arms
Nuzzling cub in her son’s arms
A kindered spirit
Resting now on earth
Partying in Heaven
Lovable and lovely in her father’s arms
My guardian angel peering down
Watching over me protecting her cub
From the highest perch in Heaven
Looking down at me with wide eyes
I’m in her arms like when I was young
Like a kitten like a cub
Warm and Wide-eyed
In my grandmother’s arms
My grandma was like my guardian angel on earth. She still is now watching over me from in heaven. She was the mold that held us together on earth. Her spirit, kindered and pain free, sufffering no more, molds us in our hearts, from the inside out.
