While driving home late nights,
in heavy traffic, moving fast,
on narrow country highways,
I tell myself you are still there,
right next to me me, exactly
where you so loved to be, until
God took you back to heaven.
You are a humble helper of
our Savior's Holy Spirit now;
your lovely presence does
what even the strongest coffee
could't achieve: remind me to
drive carefully, because of
my very special passenger..
.
Willem VanVoorthuysen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-guardian-angel-6/
