It is a wise father that knows its own child

 

It is a wise father that knows its own child – Shakespeare

Dearest child of mine

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