Angel In The Sky

In a quiet garden where memories grow,

There’s a little boy named Lucas, with a radiant glow.

Just two years bright, yet his spirit so vast,

A treasure of love in each moment amassed.

With laughter like sunshine and eyes full of dreams,

He danced through the world, or so it seems.

His father held tightly those days filled with glee,

Every hug a reminder of pure ecstasy.

As April winds whisper and the flowers unfold,

His thirteenth birthday approaches, a story untold.

Each year on this day, a poignant embrace,

The echoes of laughter, his warm, smiling face.

Though time swiftly passes and shadows extend,

The bond that they shared will never quite end.

In the heart of a father, Lucas shines bright,

A guiding star, a beacon of light.

Though sorrow runs deep and the ache may remain,

In the garden of memories, love conquers pain.

For every moment cherished, though fleeting, it seems,

Lives on in the heart, woven into sweet dreams.

So here’s to Lucas, forever he'll stay—

In whispers of wind, in the light of the day.

A son, a joy, in spirit close by,

A love without bounds, that can never say goodbye.