Alyssa Menier

Company,

Mindless thoughts to tell them,

Saying what you think.

Bright one early Sunday,

He took my hand in his claiming it.

Choppy words and sounds,

Playing through the day,

Rock, paper, scissors

And mud hard like clay.

Demons and angels,

Cowboys and aliens,

Fitting into scene,

Playing a new role everyday it seems.

Meet my new friend, 

Paul as he says it, 

My guardian angel from my king.