My Guardian Angel

There she is, in the sky,
From my Nan
That sadly died,
Glamorous wings, a gorgeous dress,
And curly things from heaven's rest.

She’s shiny as gold
In the darkest day,
She comes out as a star
And is willing to play.

‘In her box is clearly written,’
As Nan said, in her mittens.

‘I’ll comfort you,
Both day and night,
Always keeping you in my sight,
Wherever you go, whatever you do,
Your Guardian Angel watches over you.’

Yes, my special thing may be small,
But to me it’s my all,
I would not trade, I would not give,
My special thing was made to live.