The angel on my tree,
Shines there for only me.
A gift from my precious Dravey James,
Created by careful, yet tiny hands.
Now I gaze at that angel way up high,
As tears slowly fill my mommy-eyes,
Thank you, Dravey, for thinking of me...
You, Son, are the gift to my broken heart.
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Nice piece, Lesa. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks