Angi Baker

If I could have just one wish
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck.
the warmth of your lips on my cheek
the touch of your fingers on my skin
and the feel…

She patiently waits for him,
as she sits waiting
she sips a glass of wine
listening to the romantic music playing
from the radio.
Wondering, when will he return.
Remembering the last tim…

Underneath the starlit sky he reaches out for her,
Running one hand through her silky brunette hair
And with the other pulling her closer toward him;
Softly whispering passionate words of l…

Children who die are not really gone,
But go to a place that is something like home,
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Ch…