A Special Guardian Angel

A poem I wrote for my professor, Dr. Musselman

A Special Guardian Angel

Too many people we brush shoulders with and never learn their name
Some we learn and forget
Some we meet and part, yet do not forget.
Once in a long while though, we cross paths with special people who become and remain an absolute part of our lives; in essence friends who become family

Relationships like these are precious gems that one sifts from the journey of life
They give meaning and reason to life
Likes colors on a painter's palette, they make the journey a million times more vibrant, a million times more meaningful

While one may not have the privilege of spending time with such gems in-person everyday,
yet their very presence, establishes itself like a distant lighthouse.
A beacon that provides direction and comfort in the darkest of nights, after the heaviest of storms

In many ways, these specials souls are like guardian angels
And You, my dearest BFMG can only be such an angel