I returned to Walden today. Sunny. The air cooler than I remembered. It had been over a week since I had been here.
There was a new presence in the pond. Rising out of the white light above me. Sky as blue as polished nails. Slender fingers painted by her loving twin.
I looked for the Buddha that watches over me but could not see his golden face. Instead, Hers. Young, blemished with the scars of cancer. Skin so smooth as her sixteen years. Radiant.
She watches over me now.
She that was my daughter.
Now my angel.
I found her again in the pond after I lost her to life three days ago.
At peace. Strong and fearless, protecting me as I once protected her.
She who was my daughter.
Now my guardian angel.