Angel on her shoulder March 10, 2013
(This is the first of two entries written about the poem she
posted, each has a different take on the poem and its meaning, so I’ll post
both, even though both make assumptions that may not be valid)
I like to think true love has won the day final, if her latest
poem can be accepted at face value.
Has she finally found the protector she has spent a life
time seeking?
Can she finally fine peace, at least, for a brief moment?
The poem is directed at this person, thanking him the way a
young child might (during bedtime prayers) thank her guardian angel.
It is easy to picture here seated alone in her apartment, thinking
about him, who while not physically there, clearly at her beckoned call if she
needs him, a reassuring scene after years of living in far, and needing to
double lock her apartment door.
This is a dramatic change from poems she’s posted over the
last few months. This is a poem rich with the feeling of safety, knowing that “You’re
still there watching…like you are when I am alone.”
She uses words like “comfort” and phrases like “remembered
arms around me,” furthering the image of a guardian angel, as when she uses the
metaphor he seems to “hover like a soft wisp spirit.”
This is a kind and gentle man, yet clearly has strength as
well, who lifts her when she falls, and tells her all will be okay when he
touches her bruised knees.
He’s more father figure than lover, although the poem does
not seem to distinguish between the two and is a poem about a search for
someone to love, more than a father, more than a mentor.
There are moments when she might forget he is in her life,
still watching out for her, and yet she knows he’s still there. She recalls his
arms around her, gentle, wisp like, picking her up when she stumbles, lifting
her when she falls, looking out for any hurt she might have, assuring her everything
will be fine.
At least, for the moment.
This last observation shows that she still has doubts, a
feeling that the whole thing is too good to be true, or perhaps something that
is only temporary, a refuge against the storm.
Yet the tone of the poem is so tender and full of hope, she
seems to cling to those “remembered arms” with the hope that his protection can
last, she grateful for the respite in a life that has been full of disappointments.
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