Micky by Teresa Dominguez / Mommy

-My Angel-

Waking up in the morning,
I ask myself if it was all just a dream.
I hope that I’ll turn around and
see you lying next to me.
I open the door to my room,
hoping you are there on top
of my bed waiting for me.
I walk in the hallway or go to the kitchen, hoping you are there following me.
I sit on the couch and look to the floor,
hoping you are anxiously waiting
to jump up at me.
But you are not there-
you are not next to me in the mornings
or waiting for me on top of my bed.
You are not following me every step
I take or jumping at me
while I sit on the couch to rest.
My heart skips a beat every time
I remember you are no longer there.
I miss your presence, I miss your face,
I miss you not being there next to me.
What keeps me going is
knowing you are safe.
Knowing you are no longer
in pain but resting.
Knowing that you are free,
free of pain,
chasing all the birdies
in heaven’s gorgeous place.
I carry a part of you with me everyday.
You are always in my heart,
and in my mind,
and I know we both count the days
until we reunite someday.
I love you sweet angel.
I love you so much.
I will never forget you angel.
Mommy loves you so much!!!

 

Love,