Heavens Blessing
By Kirt Blackburn
The heaven shines upon your face.
Showing your faults, your misfits.
For this is what makes you as beautiful as you are.
Everyday is a struggle.
Fighting to hold your own.
Each breath you take is a blessing.
Each wink is worth a smile.
I sit here and watch you.
Watch you sleep, in your timeless crib.
The crib that holds the key to your survival.
The crib that shows all.
You make a movement.
You open your eyes.
Looking around for a brief moment.
Then fixing upon my face.
I look back at you and smile.
This face I look upon is a face of an angel.
Fallen from heaven, into my arms.
You are my special little angel.
The one that was meant to be.
I make my way to the court yard.
Look upon the misty sky.
A drop beats across my face, a rain drop.
I feel the rain drip through my fingers, hitting the ground.
The angels are crying.
They’ve lost one of their own.
A special little child.
My special little child.