Above the clouds, into the sky,
My love and I are soaring high.
As we land upon a cloud,
A little angle speaks out loud.
He was sent by God above,
To say we have not only love,
But we are amongest the very few,
Who experience what many never do.
And as the angle flies away,
I open my eyes to a sunny day.
With love you are remembered.
Wife, mom and kids
Michele & Gail