My mother is my son’s guardian angel. I have gotten many signs that she is watching over him.
She Is Always Watching Over Him
She is always watching over him—
in the quiet between heartbeats,
in the pause before sleep
when the world softens its edges.
She is there in the morning light,
resting on his shoulders like warmth,
guiding his steps through unseen paths
only the soul seems to know.
When he stumbles, she does not shout—
she steadies the ground beneath his feet.
When he doubts, she becomes the whisper
that reminds him who he is.
She lives in memories and moments,
in laughter that arrives uninvited,
in tears that somehow heal
as they fall.
Though unseen, she is never absent.
Though silent, she is never far.
Love has taught her a gentler language—
one spoken beyond time and distance.
And so he walks on, not alone,
held by a presence that does not fade.
For she is always watching over him,
and she always will.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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