our angel’s ask little of us, just that we’re happy

when you’re happy, you’re the best ‘you’ you can be

they see our progress and hear our plight

in static?

in space?

the sky that surrounds, above ground and all around

our watchers are present, though not always in sight and sound

guardians; the age old and the honorary

watch over you, those around and me

ensuring life is a worthwhile journey

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Will'o'Stars ©