In the dark of night came the words

of my Irish

grandmother when

I was eight and

afraid of the dark. “You’ll be fine,”

she said, “because

each of us has

a guardian

angel who looks over us and

yours is very

special – your own

mother.” Later

 I would close my eyes real tight, then

quickly open

them in hopes of

catching a glimpse

of her again. I never did,

but I rested

easier in

the dark because

I knew she was there.

                                                                                                            JDG