PatR1

I may look like I am sleeping,
   But my spirits ever near.
I am the slightest whisper,
   That you can barely hear.

I am in the breeze that passes by,
   In the rustle in the trees.
I may look like I am sleeping
   But now I rest in peace.

When the yuletide season rolls around,
   Your heart aching now I'm gone.
Remember these words I leave with you,
   My spirit lives forever on.

I'm in the gleeful laugh of children,
   I'm in the tinkle of a bell
In snowflakes gently falling,
   The first Christmas story you tell.

I know that you will miss me,
   As I will miss you too.
Though I look like I am sleeping
   I am watching over you.