A Poem for Anne
Posted: Tue, 4 April 2006 | permalink | No comments
In a fairy castle,
Just beyond my eye
My baby plays with angel toys,
That money cannot buy
Who am I to wish her back into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby,
You have eternal life.
At night when all is silent,
And sleep forsakes my eyes;
I'll hear her tiny footsteps,
Coming running to my side.
Her little hands caress me,
So tenderly and sweet;
I'll close my eyes and
Breathe a prayer,
Embrace her in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure,
I rate above all others;
I have known true glory,
I am still her mother.
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