catina's blog: "A Gift From God"

Dreaming In The Dark Just you and I togeather, dancing in the moonlight. You'll have my heart forever and a day. I give to you all of me, the best I have to give, your love for me is all I'll need to stay. In the world I go, there is life and a soul, happiness and a time for being, a fantasyland? maybe that's so, but with love so freely given. Take hold of my hand, walk with me awhile. I am the sun that warms your face, the rain that quenches your thirst. I am the soft gentle breeze blowing through your hair. I am the dew that softens your lips, the song that warms your heart, the stars upon your eyes, the happiness in your heart. How I long for the darkness of the night to fall, so I can close my eyes and dream of you. No one can hear what I say to you, or the words you whisper to me. Softly the wind touches my cheek, your hand is what I feel, the tender brush of your lips upon mine in the darkness of a dream.

The photo album of my mind, holds treasured thoughts of you, And I can almost see again the things we used to do. I hear your voice, I see your smile, I feel you close to me. The album of my mind shows how we used to be. Time may have changed us through the years, but I will always find, You're just as I remember in The album of my mind. And as I turn page after page, such precious scenes I see, The photo album of my mind is very dear to me. It holds the pictures of our past, Like reels of film unwound. I cherish all those photos in The Photo album of my mind.

A child so pure and innocent as she lies asleep in her bed, With a look of a angel on her face. She makes me cry and she makes me laugh ,with everthing she does and says. And as I hold her tender and small hand in mine, I'm caught up in the beauty that surrounds her. She is the hope and the dreams of my future. A small miracle that god has placed on earth to remind me of whats precious in life. There is hope with every smile she gives with every hug or word. She is a gift that god has giving me, to have and to hold as she will grow with the wisdom that I feed her, from my own mother and of my own life, Yes she is with out a doubt, a small bundle of joy, of hope, a flicker of my future all in that small face of an Angel. My sweet gift from God. And as I look down on that small angel like face so sweet asleep, dreaming of angels above, I am so thankful of the gift that god has placed upon me. My daughter, but after all she is, just a gift from God.