When I was young,
My grandmother would take me on car rides,
I didn't speak much but I always asked about the beam of lights.
To a sixteen year old it was sun shining through the holes in the cloud leaving a beam of sunshine on this place called earth,
To a five year old it was magic, something more than logic,
To my grandmother it was angels,
Angels that were sent to earth to look after the ones they are chosen to protect,
I never had a beam of light shine on me.
Until March 2nd when a curl haired boy entered my life with a shy hello.
Now he is my favorite beam of light.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
When I was young,
My grandmother would take me on car rides,
I didn't speak much but I always asked about the beam of lights.
To a sixteen year old it was sun shining through the holes in the cloud leaving a beam of sunshine on this place called earth,
To a five year old it was magic, something more than logic,
To my grandmother it was angels,
Angels that were sent to earth to look after the ones they are chosen to protect,
I never had a beam of light shine on me.
Until March 2nd when a curl haired boy entered my life with a shy hello.
Now he is my favorite beam of light.
To my love.
