Fed up with all,
I cried:
What do you mean,
Guardian Angels?
If they even exist,
then where have they been
all the times I stubbed my toe?
That night, my beloved grandma
visited me in a dream:
Oh, I’m always with you,
for better or worse.
I’ve been moving
the furniture in your way
but you never find it
to be as funny
as I do.