My husband woke up with this poem in his head. Out little boy, Ward, had passed on about 5 months prior to this. I think it's just beautiful, and I love that it's divinely inspired - either from the divine part of my husband, or from a loving spirit or angel. He said he woke up with the whole thing in his memory. I've looked about a bit online to see if I can find it, but I can't.

What tiny hands caress my face,
Sweeping tears with smooth and carefree disregard?
Those minute drops that mark my days
With steady time dissolve into more peaceful hours.