~ An Angel Of My Own ~
On a night in November,
when the stars were out my daughter was born
I kissed the heavens for giving me
an angel of my own.
She was so beautiful and loved
I could hear all the angels play music from above
as my tears washed away my pain I have an angel of my own
I will always remember this gift of love.
God makes beautiful things out of caring and kindness,
I will help my child to remember
how to open her wings and fly, to bring happiness
And never ask why I am blessed with an angel of my own.
Linda Ann Henry ©2004
Do you remember me
A daughter is a gift to the heart.