Dreams Of My Angel Poem by Lydia Thacker

The sweetness of laughter
from your smart little mouth
keeps me smiling years later
but I'll never know how

you touch my heart
in the ways that you do
-for i feel it clench like a vise
when you say, 'I love you.'

You tell me your dreams
of what will be when you grow:
the things you will be,
the things you will know.

Gray eyes light up
as you speak to me
of pirates and treasures
and things in the sea.

You would teach mathematics;
you would dig in the sands,
finding dinos and kings
as you travel the lands.

The look in your eyes as you dream
gives me strength;
to see them come true
I'd go to any length:

-move heaven and earth,
even travel though time
to give you a life
which is better than mine.

So, come, let me hold you
my angel, my love,
and I'll sing of your dreams
and gifts from above.

Rest your head on my shoulder
as our voices entwine,
Eric, precious baby,
sweet child of mine.