*My Childhood Guardian Angel on the Mountain Top

Mother's 'pan' view of valley from homestead - there's my Angel Mountain in the back.  I am ALWAYS and STILL so happy to see her!
Mother's 'pan' view of valley from homestead - there's my Angel Mountain in the back. I am ALWAYS and STILL so happy to see her!
This Angel saved my life.  She is the reason I am alive.  Of all the places on this earth I could have been as I tried to survive the horrors of my childhood, this was the place where SHE was, where SHE could be there to watch over me and to hear my sobbing prayers to her.
This Angel saved my life. She is the reason I am alive. Of all the places on this earth I could have been as I tried to survive the horrors of my childhood, this was the place where SHE was, where SHE could be there to watch over me and to hear my sobbing prayers to her.
My Angel on the Mountain.  She has her wings spread out to her sides, her long white gown draping over the mountain.  Her head is tipped slightly to her right.  She has a halo.  I could never as a child imagine anything or anyone more beautiful.  If my mother had imaginary friends, and me her imaginary enemy -- if she was completely mixed up on who and what was real, and could not tell her children from her dolls of play ----  WELL perhaps who am I but my mother's daughter -- because I HAD an angel, not a pretend angel, not an imaginary angel -- I HAD AN ANGEL.  She was MY angel.  Right there on that mountain top.
My Angel on the Mountain. She has her wings spread out to her sides, her long white gown draping over the mountain. Her head is tipped slightly to her right. She has a halo. I could never as a child imagine anything or anyone more beautiful. If my mother had imaginary friends, and me her imaginary enemy -- if she was completely mixed up on who and what was real, and could not tell her children from her dolls of play ---- WELL perhaps who am I but my mother's daughter -- because I HAD an angel, not a pretend angel, not an imaginary angel -- I HAD AN ANGEL. She was MY angel. Right there on that mountain top.
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