A MAN OF THE CLOTH
GIVING LAST RITES,
TALKING TO HIS GOD
BECAME A GUARDIAN ANGEL THAT DAY.
LIFTED BY FIREMEN,
TEARS STREAMING DOWN THEIR FACES,
AS THEY LAY THE BODY OF AN ANGEL,
ONTO THE ALTAR OF THE NEARBY CHURCH.
A GUARDIAN ANGEL WILL ALWAYS HOVER
ABOVE THE PILE KNOWN AS GROUND ZERO,
WATCHING OVER THE SOULS OF THOSE HE LOVES
AS TEARS SPILL DOWN HIS CHEEKS.
09/17/01
SUSAN BERGERON