My Little Angel

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    My Little Angel

    Has anyone seen a little angel? She is big enough to sit on my shoulder. She's quite beautiful, and very sweet. Wearing a golden halo; looking well? An awful lot like me. I can't believe I have lost her like this. Her encouraging words I sure need and miss. Oh no! I just thought of this; Could she have lost me? Or left me? She's had enough, enough of her little opposite. Who siting on my other shoulder. My little devil, who treat's her terribly. "Who me?" I hear from a little red face; who also resembles me. But another side of me. "So I see you are still here." I reply. Now I am truly concerned.
    I need my angel. She keep's me from falling for her devilish twin's dirty tricks. Oh no! There is a whisper in my ear. "I can't hear you, you bad little angel. I have no need for trouble. Please won't you leave me be?"

    Oh little angel, where could you be? You have never been gone like this. Even though you don't always intervene in my decisions; letting me learn that, that little devil has no intention of helping me do the right things. Showing me her ideas finds me deep in trouble, lost, guilty. Guilty of doing what that naughty little devil temps me to.

    I have just realized something. I know what has happened! "Little devil what has happened?!" I asked.
    "Hee Hee Hee," Comes a demonic little laugh, then she said, "Remember when we lost it? When I tempted you to start the party, and away we went." My stomach turned when the memories stirred. "Oh I do remember; little devil, what did you do?" I said.

    Little devil replied, "She was trying to ruin our fun, so I made her run." She grinned, and giggled, then she said, "She then tried to sneak up by your ear. This is when I went right over and gave that prissy little angel a shove, right off your shoulder. Then I told her with a threat, that she had just better let us play. By that time you had already snapped, and we were headed straight for fun. Heeee Heee Heee once again I got my devilish way." She was swaying her hips, and swinging her devils tail round, and round. All cocky and proud. As she confessed with delight how her devilish plan had worked that night.

    "Oh my goodness!" I gasped, "She didn't get left there did she?" I asked forgetting that she was an angel with magic, and I went on to say, in a very demanding way, "Please tell me she's OK, tell me she's not lost from me. You little devil, how could you? You know we need her, as she helps to
    balance my life out!" I was beginning to panic, and worry. Hoping she would be back.

    When just then POOF, there was smoke rumbling off my right shoulder, and as it cleared, low and behold, my little angel appeared. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her back turned to me, and her little toe tapping very angrily. Oh my sweet little angel! I thought, as I realized she was extremely upset with me. She then asked quite snobbishly, "Did I hear you call for me?" She then turned, and faced me, making eye contact with me, continuing with, "I guess, I wasn't sure, I wasn't really listening. Considering up till now you weren't even concerned with my where about, or existence. YOUR FUN!" She began to raise her voice, and spoke very sternly, "Your precious party, was clearly all you were able to think about. Shoving me and my good advice, right off your shoulder with that crazy devil, letting the temptation take you to a dangerous level. Not even noticing how you took off and left me. I felt you no longer needed me, or my guidance. It looked as though you had chose which way you wished to go." She then crossed her arms once more, leaving me no room to reply, she continued with my well deserved tongue lashing. "How could you!?!" She yelled, I had never seen her like this, her little angel face all red, she then said.

    "Running off again with the party. Leaving behind your faith, ignoring goodness, and you did it all without even missing what you might lose. Letting all you worked so hard to reclaim, and were so proud to proclaim, move to the back burner again." She began to pace back and forth, silently awaiting my explanation. I was totally speechless, guilty as I could ever be. I wanted to sink down into a hole. Rather than face what was becoming of me.

    Then I could hear that little devilish laugh from somewhere. She was taking delight, in the trouble I was in. To much of a coward to show her evil little self. She wasn't about to let my little angel chew her out.

    "I hear you devilish one." said my sweet angel. "You have had your troublesome fun. Now please won't you leave us be. So we can begin to put her life back together. Get on track, and fix the problems you helped tempt her into leave pile up; while she was out living it up."

    As I listened to what was being said, I dropped my head down toward the floor. What have I done? What was I thinking? Making such terrible mistakes. Watching things around me plunder, while I enjoyed partying, and overindulging in evil pleasures. Not even acknowledging the consequences that would soon be rendered.

    I then looked up and said, "Oh my little angel thank god you are still here to be my guide. I am sorry for what pain I may have caused you. You know me; I don't always see things clearly. Sometimes I don't want to. I want to do what I want to do, when I want to do it, with no concern at all for whats right or wrong. Just acting on the fun that so persistently tempts me."

    My little angel replied, "Yes my dear, I know this is why I didn't say anything to try to stop you. I never left you, as I never would. I just fell silent, to let you learn. As I expected you would." She then smiled at me peacefully. I lifted my head once more, knowing I must now find the strength to close my evil fun's door. Realizing once again, that it's not the kind of fun that my life is cut out for...

    I know there are much more important things to face life for... I can feel peace filling me once more. Thanks to my angel.

    The End




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    writerspassion commented on My Little Angel

    01-23-2009

    This was awsome. Love the story.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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