This poem has a very special place in my heart. I wrote it when my children were very young, and they loved for me to read it for them, knowing it was a gift from my heart to theirs. I hope there’s a young person you love—a child, a sibling’s child, a grandchild—for whom you can read it. Give them a love letter straight from your own heart.
Every day when the sun goes down, the moon and stars light up the night. Behind every star an angel is watching, through a window made of light. All day long the angels see us, when we’re good and when we’re bad. Loving kind people make angels smile, but naughty deeds make angels sad. When Daddy says it’s time for bed and Mommy sings a lullaby, The angels watch you in your bed from twinkling stars up in the sky. So when you look up at the sky and wonder what those sparkles are, Remember that an angel peeks through each and every little star.
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