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Ciaran's Cradle Song

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.

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Written by
francie-lynch
Published
Aug 24, 2020
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Written for the occasion of the birth of my fifth grandchild, Ciaran James Lynch Grey, 10lbs. I can't imagine...

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