Dear Angel |
By Bill Sherry |
In memory of Angela Rose Sherry |
I saw you once, it wasn’t long; I won’t forget that day.
Your perfect, precious little self; hello, goodbye, same day. A tiny little angel; perfect, chaste and pure. Although only a moment; that memory will endure. Our time together was very short; we really didn’t meet. All my life I’ll dream about the patter of your feet. I wish you hadn’t left us; I wish you could have stayed. We would have lived and laughed and loved as you grew and learned and played. Since I can wish for anything, I wish that you were here. I wish that I could hold you close and whisper in your ear. Together as a family, there would be much to do. Your mom and I and brother Tim, we always will miss you. This is no joy like children bring; so wonderful, so precious. Such sorrow now in losing you, it leaves me nearly breathless. If sorrow serves a purpose, I wonder what it is. It seems like empty, useless pain. I hope its more than this. You’ve changed our lives in unknown ways; more changes will surely come. But we’ll never change the splendor of your memory in our home. I look forward to the times in life when we are all alone. You’ll be there with me in my thoughts, my precious little one. I wish I could have held you; instead we have to part. I’ll honor you and cherish you and hold you in my heart. I will love you and remember you, your precious little self. I’ll dream of you forever. Goodbye, take care, stay well. Love, Papa |