Baby Angel

I see myself lying in a hospital bed.
I don't understand.
I fee something gently brush my shoulder.
I look and see the warm smiling face of my dad.
'My baby angel,' his voice, majestic like a lion, and as gentle as a kitten.
'I have been your guardian angel, and it is time for you to earn your wings.'
He holds out his hand to me and I take it.
'To the heavens that await.'
'I love you dad.'
'I love you too, my baby angel.'
The words I wanted to hear.
'I love you, my baby angel.'