We can't ever offfer That inside sleep Of solitude and peace. Yet this promise We will keep. Wake or asleep, We are with you. Always.
So, Sleep, Ciaran. Sleep. Let no one claim your dreams; Listen to your childhood rhymes; Worry not of place or time, For all is still As it seems.
Oh! Sleep, Angel. Sleep. Shield your heart As a secret power In your waking hours. Spread your winged smile With candescence, To brighten, and alit, Where Angels sleep.
Written for the occasion of the birth of my fifth grandchild, Ciaran James Lynch Grey, 10lbs. I can't imagine...