Tuesday, December 3, 2013

"My Angel"

Image used for Magpie Tales #

My Angel

As a child
I quietly observed
"Do as I say, not as I do" -

made the mistake
of pointing it out
only once.

At twelve, realized angels
live among us, though mom
called her "a disgrace".

My angel taught me
to dream, helped
build my wings.

Leaving her behind
is the only thing
I regret.

by Margaret Bednar, December 3, 2013

This is not an autobiography - it is reminiscent of a friend I once knew who grew up in a family situation far removed from mine.  My friend's sister never "escaped" but truly was a guardian angel.

This is linked with "The Mag #196".  Tess provides the image, we provide the poetry.

This will also linked with "Friday Flash 55".

I'm also linking this with "dVerse - Form for All".
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42 comments:

  1. FireblossomDecember 3, 2013 at 9:55 PM

    Got to love angels, in all their many forms. :-)

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  2. 21 WitsDecember 3, 2013 at 10:07 PM

    Lovely read. I believe that angels never ever leave us.

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  3. HelenDecember 4, 2013 at 12:28 PM

    Somewhere, she is still there, inside you.

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  4. Kathryn DycheDecember 4, 2013 at 2:57 PM

    What a beautiful angel, you may think you left her behind but she is always with you.

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  5. hyperCRYPTICalDecember 4, 2013 at 3:23 PM

    Tis sad how we lose touch with those important to us in defining times of our lives. But this we do.
    Anna :o]

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  6. FrikoDecember 4, 2013 at 6:39 PM

    Your words hit a nerve for many, I am sure.
    It’s regret expressed in gentle, forgiving words.

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  7. AnonymousDecember 4, 2013 at 7:30 PM

    I believe we are always left with wings and roots... you're still in flight Margaret dear! xx Debbie

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  8. brudbergDecember 5, 2013 at 3:33 PM

    A wonderful autobiographic story.. really loved it...

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  9. MaryDecember 5, 2013 at 3:41 PM

    I do believe there ARE angels among us in the form of people. I have known some.........

    Nice 55!

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  10. Brian MillerDecember 5, 2013 at 3:57 PM

    mmm i think leaving behind has a heavy emotional ping...yesh, i think there are angels among us...and often they dont even know it...smiles.

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  11. AnonymousDecember 5, 2013 at 4:04 PM

    There is something quite haunting yet beautiful about this. It made me feel sad, but in a good way that was a reminder that not everyone's life is as it seems. Peace, Linda

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  12. ClaudiaDecember 5, 2013 at 4:06 PM

    we all need those people that learn us dream and help us build our wings.. sad when we have to leave them behind... a moving piece margaret

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  13. GabriellaDecember 5, 2013 at 4:11 PM

    Someone who helps you build your wings is someone to be thankful for, Margaret. Sadly sometimes we realize it too late. Very nice poem!

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  14. Laurie KolpDecember 5, 2013 at 4:41 PM

    This is so strong, Margaret... & I agree that angels live among us.

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  15. AnonymousDecember 5, 2013 at 4:55 PM

    A very nice thought and wonderful ending. >KB

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  16. Tess KincaidDecember 5, 2013 at 5:40 PM

    We entertain angels unaware...

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  17. author.nara.maloneDecember 5, 2013 at 5:55 PM

    Thank you for this beautiful reminder that there are angels.

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  18. ScarletDecember 5, 2013 at 6:23 PM

    I like that part of the angels living amongst us & even helping us build our wings ~ Happy Friday ~

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  19. Glenn ButtkusDecember 5, 2013 at 7:07 PM

    If I understand your postscript, the poem is not autobiographical; that is based on truth, but a friend's truth; regardless, you write with such clarity, such immediacy, one can see how it seduces many readers, for your POV is clarion, your emotion intense; thanks for sharing.

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  20. WolfsrosebudDecember 5, 2013 at 7:14 PM

    angels are watching over us... sometime in people form...

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  21. Ron ShieldsDecember 5, 2013 at 7:22 PM

    Perhaps the angel sets you free, but still there is regret to lose the presence of someone so special.

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  22. Mon.EspritDecember 5, 2013 at 8:17 PM

    Just simply beautiful. Loved your poem.

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  23. Alice AudreyDecember 5, 2013 at 9:39 PM

    I much prefer to be a part of a family from which there is no need to escape.

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  24. kaykualaDecember 5, 2013 at 10:13 PM

    Life with its ups and downs! An angel can be a savior but someone special is always sadly missed! Nicely Marge!

    Hank

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  25. G-ManDecember 5, 2013 at 10:45 PM

    Margaret Bednar...
    You are indeed living proof that Angels do walk among us.
    Loved your nostalgic 55
    Thanks for playing,
    You are one of my fa-vor-ite things!!!
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  26. AnonymousDecember 5, 2013 at 10:58 PM

    sweet, Margaret ~

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  27. AnonymousDecember 5, 2013 at 11:13 PM

    this was a kind gentle poem, and the rhyme was nice... it pulled me in and moved me along.

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  28. Vandana SharmaDecember 6, 2013 at 12:37 AM

    :) all the people who take car and love us are our angels:)

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  29. AnonymousDecember 6, 2013 at 12:38 AM

    An angel considered a disgrace- that is really sad. Well-penned.
    -HA

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  30. Cressida de NovaDecember 6, 2013 at 5:02 AM

    Sad you realised her true value too late in life.

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  31. AnonymousDecember 6, 2013 at 7:02 AM

    Angels are everywhere. To open escapes in some small way and you found your way...

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  32. Yvonne OsborneDecember 6, 2013 at 7:52 AM

    This is full of emotion. Oh, all the things to regret....

    Many of our "angels" are mistakenly labeled thus.

    I like this Margaret.

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  33. Grandmother MaryDecember 6, 2013 at 7:58 AM

    Bless our angels whoever they may be and however unrecognized by others.

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  34. The SentinelDecember 6, 2013 at 8:26 AM

    The best angel you can ever have. Well, if the angel were also your mother that would be better. I like your 12 self. She was right.

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  35. Other MaryDecember 6, 2013 at 9:36 AM

    Oh Margaret, we leave too much behind as we grow up. This is lovely.

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  36. AnonymousDecember 6, 2013 at 11:04 AM

    This is such a beautiful and touching tribute.

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  37. hedgewitchDecember 6, 2013 at 12:33 PM

    Angels are where we find them, or maybe, where we need them most. You presented this tale with great grace, Margaret.

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  38. SusanDecember 6, 2013 at 4:03 PM

    Aw. I had to learn that I could live through my own mischief and disobedience when I left home. I can imagine what the narrator means in the story she tells.

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  39. SemaphoreDecember 6, 2013 at 6:44 PM

    There's so much more story here, behind the words. I've always maintained that a good poet is as adept at knowing what not to say, as they are at knowing what to say.

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  40. Kathy ReedDecember 6, 2013 at 7:58 PM

    Your 55 is full of truth many of us can relate...heartfelt!

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  41. AnonymousDecember 7, 2013 at 2:24 AM

    Needing to escape from your family must be the worst thing to experience as a child... Very well done.

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  42. TCPCDecember 9, 2013 at 4:29 AM

    We seldom realise their presence till they are gone. sad and true

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