A Little Piece Of Heaven

a little piece of heaven fell through the clouds, today. softly it landed on the ground by my daughter - who picked it up and - began to play. watching from a distance I could see that a strange, but beautiful glow was quickly surrounding her body, heart and soul. watching as joy rapidly spread all across her face. running and jumping - I noticed the years had began to race. suddenly before me stood a woman, no longer a child. but a parent holding her own bundle of love. 'thank you' I whispered, with eyes closed shut and head pointed upward to the heavens above. thank you for allowing me to know what will become in the end. opening my eyes, I found my daughter (again as a child), standing directly in front of me, with arms extended out and hands cupped. leaning down, I couldn't help but to smile - already knowing what I was being shown. the snow flake, that only moments before had rested in her tiny hands, was now melted, and our little piece of heaven had silently gone.

• The bond you have already started building with your mother will continue to grow stronger each and every day of your life.

• Never doubt, my child, your mother and I will make every sacrifice required, no matter how great, to insure your safety and comfort.

• I want you to know, little one, I will work as many jobs as it takes to make sure you have clothes on your back and food in your stomach.

• Also remember, my child, you won't be handed everything on a silver platter, but you will never truly want for something you need.

• I might not always be able to find the words to say it or the actions to show it, but you are the joy of my life. I thank God every day for the blessing your mother and I received in you.

• As long as God is willing, I will always be here to protect you from anyone or thing that scares you.

Poems

feel the joy
feel the love
feel the happiness,
that can only be sent
from heaven, above.

know each experience
is exciting and
brand new.

their eyes opened
wide, seeing clear
and true.

each moment is a
representation of the
greatest event in
a young life.

allow them to know
nothing of pain
and fear.

only our love and
that we are always
near.

Blessed are the children
for they have never met
the one called failure.
nor the one called
disappointment.

Blessed are the children
because they know only
of happiness and love.