Mooi gedichtje

Dit gedichtje vond ik op een website voor engeltjes, vond het erg mooi, dus bij deze:


In a baby castle, 

just beyond my eye, 

my baby plays with angel toys 

money cannot buy. 


Who am I to wish him back 

into this world of strife? 

No....play on, my baby, 

you have eternal life. 


At night when all is silent 

and sleep forsakes my eyes, 

I'll hear his tiny footsteps 

come running to my side. 


His little hands caress me, 

so tenderly and sweet. 

I'll close my eyes and breathe a prayer 

and embrace him in my sleep. 


Now I have a treasure 

that I rate above all other 

I have known true glory 

I am still his mother......