Three angels

My life long rocks,
Beautiful gem stones.
Always there when I fall back,
still there when I bounce back.

Guardian angels,
who watch over me,
always in my dreams,
and help me see.

The first,
a rough sketch of me,
and very thing,
who I want to be.

The second,
teaches me skills,
to climb all the oncoming hills, and picks me up
when its not to be, and she loves me

The third,
a loving memory,
and taught me to stay strong,
when nothings right and every thing is wrong.

Taught me how to love,
right from wrong,
I was weak,
when they were strong.

Old crumbled photos,
stuck to my wall.
All what I remember,
happens no more.

My beautiful stones,
never went away.
Although my beautiful angels,
Are still here today.