My soldier stands guard outside of my sight
keeping an eye on me night after night
the feeling that someone tickles your skin
the knowledge of their love kept deep within
A trinket, a token, a small useless form
Keeping me grounded, life feeling norm
I grip at the feeling and try to find out
If the eavesdropping figure holds any clout
Like the lilacs that bloom purple, white, and bright pink
My guardian angel knows just what I think
About the things that go on, day after day
And why my sad feelings will not go away.
©2025 CBialczak
This piece of poetry was written in response to:
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘guard’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘tickle’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘trinket’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘grip’;
- Weekly Prompts: ‘lilac’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt: ‘eavesdrop’
Except I have 98 words instead of 85!
Stine Writing 
Christine, this is a beautiful poem. Thank you for it with our Lilac challenge.
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Quite beautiful Christine knowing there is someone watching over you
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I’m glad you could “see” that
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Having a guardian angel is comforting! Lovely poem!
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They say everyone does and lately I’ve been having those moments where you catch something out of the side of your eye but turn and no one is there.
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Those angels are always busy – they’ve got your back!!
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