02/21/2026
High above where the sunlight spills
Across heaven’s quiet hills,
My baby rests in silver light,
Wrapped in wings of softest white.
Among the clouds so pure and high,
You paint your laughter in the sky.
Each drifting shape, each golden hue,
Feels like a whispered “I love you.”
The wind that brushes past my face
Carries your sweet and sacred grace.
In morning’s glow and evening’s hue,
I see small pieces there of you.
Though my arms feel empty still,
My heart is yours—it always will.
No distance wide, no sky too far,
Could dim the light of who you are.
So dance, my child, on clouds above,
Surrounded by eternal love.
Until the day we reunite,
I’ll find you in the sky each night.
