I lived beneath my children,
For a brief but harried time.
Yet, I knew solace that winter,
Knowing my boys were above me.
Running up the stairs, after school,
I could hear them for hours, through the walls,
At night, their muffled angelic voices
Would chase my nightmares away.
And when I fell to my knees, hopeless
they would descend like Angels
With broad white wings, calming me,
faithfully, I slept to the whispering whir of a fan...
And the God I prayed to was a boy
Who had a little brother he shared a cloud with.
And I, a broken man, was their charge
Copyright ©2006 John Thomas Tansey
John Tansey
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