My Guardian Angel

As I was on an errand today I had nothing on my mind Until I saw the carcass of an unfortunate deer And noticed the scavengers quite near I felt in pain His loss their gain I remembered something I was told quite young When someone dies A baby is born. Then I began to think Whose place was it I did take Was it a man? Was it a woman? Was he or she young? Or was he or she old? I seriously felt It was a man It is he who is my Guardian Angel And I wanted to reach out and take his hand Was he a country or a city man? Was he born in the 1800’s or the 1900’s I asked Was he from this country or a foreign shore? Oh the questions there are so many more Was he in the war? Was he safe from harm? Or was he hurt And lost an arm? Did he marry? And were there children, I asked How many grandchildren were there Who sat on his lap? You are so near Yet so far Now that I question Who you are How many times did I disappoint him Through out my time on earth Did he like my singing? Or did his ears I hurt? Was his hand on mine as I painted The mountains the skys and the seas Or on the steering wheel when my attention was lax Was he there to help save me Did he help with my tests in school In order to ensure my future goal Did he approve of my choice As I chose a school on the Nebraska soil I know he was there when I was wed And he approved of the life we led Maybe he even beamed As our four children came upon the scene. He is here to help me see The wonders God has made And prepare myself for the final day When I approach the Golden Gate Maybe it is then I will know Who died so I could be born I’ll thank him for he did his best Then ask God to give him, eternal rest.