Our Angel

Please don’t cry my little one, it’s hard for me to leave,
Knowing how I’ll miss you dear, it’s hard for me to breathe.
Staring at your tired face, I’m scared to know it’s true,
Please understand we were too young, that’s why we’re leaving you.

You sleep so softly at a glance, I’m choking on my tears,
To think that you’ll be growing up, with someone else’s years.
I dare not wake you from your dreams, to see your bright blue eyes,
Gazing up upon my face, in fear I’ll hear your cries.

Stroking your fair tousled hair, I could not miss you more,
Without my Angel in my life, what am I living for?
And how I long to tell you lies, of how we will return,
With knowledge far beyond our years, but we’ve so much to learn.

I won’t stop dreaming of the days, I’ll never get to see,
The day you speak your first few words, the first graze on your knee.
Your first school day we’d set you off, in a candy coloured dress,
Expecting paintings of us both, and your hair back in a mess.

I’ll read stories to my hand, imagine that you’re there,
With ears intent on listening, a smile without care.
How beautiful you will become, I only wish to see,
The faces of your own children, the Grandma I won’t be.

I guess I’ll even miss your wrongs, and when you’re in a state,
From arguments with Mum and Dad, to coming home too late.
Because the world is often cruel, and has a lot to throw,
I’d hold you close when things get rough, to teach you all I know.

But you’re still a newborn baby, and one I cannot keep,
This memory is all I’ll have, of my Angel fast asleep.
The words I’ll never get to say, will tie knots in my tongue,
We beg that you’ll forgive us dear, for leaving you so young,

I promise you this place is nice, the people here are too,
They’ll give you to a perfect home, they want what’s best for you.
No doubt you won’t remember us, however far apart,
But look inside when you’re unsure, and we’ll be in your heart.

xXx