Angel

After breakfast —

half-done eggs and soggy

cereals — kids’ll go

to school; their bags

blinking behind.

Sometimes, I stand

leaning on the doorframe

watching their drudge

to school.

Angel above,

you once looked

after them — cooking

bacon and french

toast, with freshly

pulped juice; wishing

them good luck and good-

bye; not knowing that

one car would be your

final farewell.

Angel above,

no one could ever

watch over us like

you did before; now,

we need you more —

let your guiding

wisdom shape us

and never to forget

that you will always

look after us up

there where you

belong.

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CARD DRAWN:

THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.