Angel

 

Angel

The sky is a beautiful blue

Underfoot a black sand beach

The Sun is my warm friend 

 But  just outside of my reach

Then I am at school again

Bright new and shiny 

Learning again things forgotten 

Studying how to be tiny

All my children are here

Grandchildren too

May be at the circus

May be at the zoo

I walk into my smartphone 

A life built in screens 

Neatly curated

Old age, Adult, Teens.

Time and space envelope me

Moving from first to last

Times arrow curving

Mixing future, current and past

None of this upsets me

As I stumble on the sand

Because my angel walks with me

Still clasping my old hand

George Roberts October 2026