My Angel
I cried myself to sleep last night
and when I woke the pillow was wet
with tears wept for you.
Tears of longing for the all the things
that now will never be,
Tears of broken hearts and dreams,
of lonely nights and empty rooms
and everything you meant to me.
Tears of heartache and emptiness
lonely echoes of my soul,
Tears I hold instead of you,
your love to make me whole.
I wish you'd stayed my little one,
long enough to see your smile,
caress you cheeks and hold you close
and love you for a while.
But you were much too precious
to stay here with us because
you're once again an angel,
my child who never was.
Poetry Text Copyright© 1998-2002 Tess Templer
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