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.

Author Unknown

Post a comment

All comments are held for moderation; markdown formatting accepted.

This is a honeypot form. Do not use this form unless you want to get your IP address blacklisted. Use the second form below for comments.
Name: (required)
E-mail: (required, not published)
Website: (optional)
Name: (required)
E-mail: (required, not published)
Website: (optional)