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My Guardian
by Stephanie Garcia.........................................
I burried my face in the safety of his shoulderslike I had so many years before,
And whispered "I'm sorry" through chocked tears.
She didn't have to tell me, I knew,
I watched the life bleed from his clouded old eyes.
I willed those eyes to shut as if
someday he could wake from this sleep.
but they refused,
Fixed on some nothingness I can not grasp.
It was all I cuold do
to clutch to his muscles,
once so strong and protective,
now little more than limp weight in my arms.
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