photographic decoupage cwmartin 2011
consider
that every time
you take a step
or
wander off
into the dark corners
of your existence
an angel
that relative
who always
called your mom
before you arrived home
and
could formulate
a reasonable excuse
resulting in
an all too
appropriate punishment
for those missteps
to
the full delight
of
said relative
perhaps
that same relative
is
hovering
over your head
right now
taking notes
you know
sort of a
heavenly
assignment
Read Between the Minds 
Thats such an interesting and positive way to look at this ! loved reading this.. made me sit and think about it.. and also a second read 🙂
I dreamed of my parents last night, Charlie, so I found this quite a poignant read. Sleep tight, dear friend.
Not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing 🙂
haha – i always wondered who it was, calling my mom and telling her…made me smile…
We do tend to repeat our mistakes, don’t we? How interesting to think of angelic guardians noticing and taking notes!
A tattle-tale angel?? great. just what I need. lol
Well, at least, they are doing it for my own good, you’re implying (in addition to their own amusement)… LOL
I loved the pic, the angel taking notes. It did make me smile to think that she was amused. Guess the key would be to try and stay out of the dark corners.
light today– great! v.cool spinning out of a funny idea.
rgd. your comment on my poem…you hit the nail – it is about conformity and beating those into conformity that do not want to submit, going even as far as abusing them and rob them off their dreams…you read with a sharp eye charles…
Very interesting viewpoint. I really like this concept of the afterlife, it makes things seem so peaceful.
my mom never punishes me…..ofcourse nowadays…..but she must be taking notes….
This is such a great perspective and poem! Thank you! Love the “heavenly assignment” ending. 🙂
I bet Mom gave the boot to that nosy Aunt who never had kids but always knew what was best for us!
we all have such relatives 🙂
some of my uncles and aunties were like that too, playing the part of “pin” ready to poke at the right place, at the right time.
One can only hope.