My son is an angel, with wings that are blue,
They shine and glimmer with their silvery hue.

Love eternal, never to fade,
more brilliant than perfect jade.

With eyes of blue, or maybe brown,
Which I don't know, so I will try not to frown.

While you were here, my heart was filled with cheer,
So I cling to the good times, and calmly listen to the wind chimes.

Someday, perhaps, I will sing a lullaby,
and hold you in my arms, and never say goodbye.