Angel Eyed

Your fragile body, your tiny hands and feet.

Your clothes are neatly stacked.

Your whole life kept in one tiny bag.

As I hold you in my arms, rocking back and forth,

I sing a song to you, the one my mother sang to me.

A song that I hope to be carried for generations to come.

I can not help but to wonder, what kind of person are you?

I dream up all the wonderful things you'll one day do.

All the things that I hope for you.

The many hours you'll spend day dreaming.

You'll play dress up, and pretend you are a princess.

Or perhaps you will be a giant monster who lives in the sea.

One day you will grow up to lead that busy life we lead.

You will begin to play less and less, eventually not at all.

Not now, you will say, I am rather quite busy.

I don't have the time, you will plead, for such childish things.

It's really quite sad to think that one day you will fail to dream.

So I will hold you close to me.

I will help you to dream.

I will help you remember those thing, the ones that you will forget.

I will help you to live a life you wont regret.