Do you ever feel like someone who’s passed keeps an eye on you in some other form?
The world can seem empty when you lose someone you love. But you’re never alone.
Today I share a poem about my late husband that was originally published in Magnets and Ladders Magazine.
A Watchful Eye—A Poem
A friendly little rabbit sits in my yard.
visiting everyday like he has a job.
a special spot where he sits all day.
looking around the neighborhood, but has nothing to say.
fuzzy and black, a veritable sight.
only moving away when day changes to night.
He never bothers the plants, flowers or trees.
I don’t know what he eats, but there’s nothing from me.
studying the people as they pass by.
not afraid to hear little children cry.
not afraid of barking dogs trying to scare him away.
he’s a cute little bunny, diligently working all day.
Why is the rabbit here, I’ve pondered in my mind.
maybe it was his home before it was mine.
my husband and I built a home here you see;
my husband passed on; that left only me.
maybe he was sent to watch over me
it’s still a puzzle and a mystery.
a guardian angel fastened to one spot
firmly holding his place when the weather is hot.
This rabbit must be heaven sent.
a gentle creature of God’s testament.
listening ears, quiet stare and all.
keeping a watchful eye no matter who comes to call.
I know I’m not alone when he assumes his place.
my guardian angel full of love, mercy and God’s grace.
winter, spring, summer or fall
he’s always there no matter who comes to call.
