Angel on my shoulder?

My minute Mother goes everywhere with me, I think she sits on my shoulder just so she can see...I was told along time ago I had an angel by my side, tho I hunted for her everywhere yet she wanted to hide

I know it is my Mam...she died years ago yet she is with me wherever I go, sometimes when I look in the mirror but it isn’t me I see...it’s my Mother’s reflection staring so affectionately

So my angel on my shoulder is my dear old Mother, she’s as light as a feather... never any bother, I reckon she tries her very best to keep me safe from any harm & sends her little glows in the cold to make me warm

I’ve seen her little glows in the darkness of my room, but it’s like I frighten them coz they leave in a zoom...I hope one day I will prove myself right & my tiny glow will show my Mother’s sight

I truly believe that I am not alone, everybody else’s Mother when all is said & done, stays with their children even when they die ..metamorphosed to an angel with wings that can fly

You know when you find a feather so pure & white... that’s your Mother’s love telling you she’s alright... Well my little feathers fall infront of my face floating down to the ground full of beautiful grace