Angel Wilson

You are a gift from God,
Wrapped in dreams,
Embellished with wreathes of joy.
Your dawn has long been celebrated
But your morning has not come.

Candles have been lighted
But they were never blown
Sweets have been made
But have never been tasted
And songs have long been sung
Until their echoes faded.

The heart of a mother
Has waited for months
The arms of a father
Have remained wide open
But alas! He carried none.

One night, I dreamt…
You were running on the grass barefooted
And playing under the rain
I was there tickling you
And you laughed so loud…

But those laughter were not heard
Till your shadow became paler
And soon you were gone.

Your toys have long been dusty
And kept in a room of grief
Wrapped in never ending tears,
All placed in a black box of memories.

I wanted you to cry
But you didn’t!
I wanted you to feel the joys and pains of living
But too soon, you have quitted.
The sun of life sadly set,
When you, Angel Wilson, my child,
departed…

(dedicated to my first born Angel Wilson D. Irang- born: March 21, 2002; died: March 21, 2002)