Alone on the wings of an angel I feel at home Far above the earth I must admit I'm not alone With the early morning wind I kiss your rosy cheeks And every night before you sleep I take a few peeks I see you there growing up with each new day I look down and hear your every fervent pray I watch the way you walk the way you seem so out of touch And once again I take this time to say I love you oh so much I write this now because you seem to think I know you not But my son I wish to say you make me proud for all you've got I feel you cry for me when you seem so lost Remember son I'm here for you, do not forgot Each and every day I look at you You always stay within my view This poem is for my 10 year old son from his father who passed on 4th June 1999 . . .For all the times he cries for him . . . I know Hamza