I wanted to add something more than just the pictures so I started searching for a poem that would fit. After a couple of months of searching through site after site Ė I knew this was the one as soon as I saw it.
A Mothers Touch
Lay down my little angel
I will rock you to sleep
Close your eyes my little angel,
And don't make a peep.
She holds you close or so you think;
Until you awake and her touch is a dream.
What happened to the warmth, her hands use to bring.
What happened to the mellow, her sweet voice use to sing.
What happened to the smell, her perfume left behind?
What happened to the kiss, she left on my forehead.
What happened to the prayer, she said before bed.
Was it just a dream or long, long ago?
Maybe a year or three.
I guess i will never know.
Will i ever feel her touch?
Will i ever see her smile?
Will she ever kiss my forehead?
Will she ever pray with me just before bed?
Am i her little angel or was it just a dream?
Am I her little angel or so it seemed?
Date: Sunday, January 20, 2008 GMT Views: 439