It is a wise father that knows its own child – Shakespeare
No need to get fancy its just me
It is a wise father that knows its own child – Shakespeare
Dearest child of mine
I have this little angel who left her wings to be with me.
Her smiles brighten my days.
Tiny hand in mine, I saw rainbows through the rain
It is the soft voice of sacred trust.
Of all the sweet little things she shared
It’s her childish scribbles on the ground,
I ♥ Mom ~ Dad,
So precious, I am moved.
Dearest child of mine
You are my little angel who left her wings to be with me.
© 2012 djmrakiey