how lucky i am

I stand at the bed room door and watch her sleep glow of moonlight from the window lights her face she is so pretty with that soft glow of light from the window I think to my self how can I be so lucky she is such a free and wonderful spirit and brings such joy to me how can I be so lucky

I lay beside her in the bed and dream of things we love to do and how much joy she takes from the simple little things like how a flower grows and the changing of the seasons
how can I be so lucky

we awake in the morn and she smiles at me and kisses my forehead and say good morning love and out of bed she bounce and to the kitchen she goes to start our coffee and the to shower and start herday how can I be so lucky

I am but a slave to her love what ever she should I ask I will see it done she never asks to much only simple things and I do them for her with all the joy and love I can summon
how can I be so lucky  she works in her garden on her flower and her bonsai she has the touch of mother with a child I can watch her for hours as she tends her plants and tree's I remember just how lucky I am

Then I awake and look around the room is empty and not a sound and I realize that she is gone the angels came and took her in the spring of our lives and I must remember just how lucky I was