Louis Gibbs

TOUCHING HEAVEN

You are an angel shed of wing,

Aglow with the radiance

Of a soul still pure.

 

What a blessing it is

Experiencing bittersweet joy

Holding you against my chest,

Exchanging breath and heartbeat,

Being reminded of what it was like

When still connected to our true home.

 

There can be no greater satisfaction

Than that of touching heaven,

Holding a newborn child.