Lucas
I dreamt I died and went to heaven
Blessed so am I;
While I was there I met an angel
whose spirit mirrored mine.
“I’m lost,” he said.
“Where do I go?
Do I have a family?
Do I have a home?”
“Of course you do my angel boy,”
I assured him earnestly;
And somewhere deep within my heart
I wished he belonged to me.
“But I’ve looked everywhere,
And then I asked God!
He said I should come this way
and I would find my mom!”
I felt my heart break
at the sound of his voice,
“You could be part of my family,
if that might be your choice.”
Feeling him slip his tiny hand in mine
I awoke to the sound of a baby’s cry.
“Hush, hush Lucas, you’re home now;
sweet angel boy of mine.”
Blessed so am I;
While I was there I met an angel
whose spirit mirrored mine.
“I’m lost,” he said.
“Where do I go?
Do I have a family?
Do I have a home?”
“Of course you do my angel boy,”
I assured him earnestly;
And somewhere deep within my heart
I wished he belonged to me.
“But I’ve looked everywhere,
And then I asked God!
He said I should come this way
and I would find my mom!”
I felt my heart break
at the sound of his voice,
“You could be part of my family,
if that might be your choice.”
Feeling him slip his tiny hand in mine
I awoke to the sound of a baby’s cry.
“Hush, hush Lucas, you’re home now;
sweet angel boy of mine.”
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