Angel or White Shadow (Surr'el))Minnesota, Poetry))

Angel or White Shadow (Surr’el)

My guardian Angel—
I’ve named you—Surr’el
I hope you don’t mind

I’ve never heard your voice
But I’ve seen you—
At least one time.

I’m the one you’ve protected
For so many years,
You stood, beside my bed once…

(when I was dying, almost gone…
and I got a glimpse of you—
tall and white and broad:)

You are my white shadow
Who I wish to meet someday,
I have thought of you often…!

#1696 2-18-2007

Note: the poem speaks for its self I suppose, but I did want to point out, the happening, where I had a stroke, and heart attack, and was not suppose to make it, and fooled everyone, was at the VA Hospital, in St. Paul/Minneopoles, Minneosta, in 1993, May 5. And every morning I'd wake up and see the doctor there, and when I had asked his name, they said "Which one," and said he does not come around until noon with two other doctors, and a nurse (I saw him about 5 AM each morning just standing there, solid as stone, white jacket, big and broad). I asked: "Then who was at the end of my bed these past tree days?" They said, "No one." Well, you can say what you want, but when you see it for yourself, no one can tell you different. Especially when they said I was at one point, like a Fruitcake, dead in the brain. So I think I owe my angel one poem, for those were three trying days. I remember slightly, trying to use the phone, and I couldn´t figure out the numbers for the life of me; even forgot how to play the guitar, and I had been playing it for 30-years at the time. I relearned quickly, and was the miricale of the ward. My brother Mike was there for me, and my mother was having every church in the City pray for me, bless her soul. And I have written poems for both of them, but now for the angel.