Dreaming

I am dreaming tonight,
the way I tend to do.
When I think of heaven,
I wonder where I would be
had you not come into my life.

Daughters are a gift,
I know that's true.
Maybe I never stopped to
thank The Creator
for all of the goodness
you bring to my life.

I called someone else
my angel today.
Though you wouldn't complain,
or stop to be sad,
worried I might forget you,
I wanted to write this poem,
to explain my words to you.

Emily you aren't an angel at all.
A single angel couldn't compare to you.
You are my universe,
sun, moon, stars, night, and day.
I will dream of being with you
when I dream tonight.