Inside the children's room, the tranquilizing sound
of the ocean, the sun radiates warmth. In the crib baby Emily on a bed decked
with jasmine, roses and lavender. Gentle with innate grace her ways to reveal needs and when she smiles a deep dimple dents her cheek.
Justin measures and fits every piece into place.
He thinks, analyses with the ability to set things straight. You’re an angel, a saint. Oh no says Justin and points his finger to the sky. Angel
is in sky. His ability to speak full sentences lets no doubt about the
intent of his words.
In the near future Justin will figure out what he
already knows. Daddy holds the faraway healing of ocean in his heart, Mommy’s
love rays light over their heads and gentle-sweet Emily jasmine dreams in her crib.
Angels can be wingless, play with dragons and enjoy story time
on your lap.
