I send the sunlight to embrace you,
now a small bundle in your bed;
I watch your little hands
so peacefully laid to the side of your head.

I send sweet dreams
as I watch your smiling face;
I watch your little toes move across the sheet,
embellished with lace.

The love you give is still yet but new;
Your parents have imagined what was life
. . . before you

For though heaven has one less angel
 to sing sweet songs,
I have created you so delicately
and placed you where you now belong.

For your song is being written
each day as you live;
I have faith in your parents
the lyrics to give,
for they too, see
An angel with wings.

Debbie Hargis