Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poem: Oh Child of Mine

Still your thoughts,
oh child of mine.
Rest your head,
upon my breast.

Hear the angels,
sing your name.
But always know
I love you best.

Close your eyes,
oh child of mine.
Let no worries,
crease your brow.

The sun has sunk,
the moon climbs high.
And I will love you,
‘till I die.

Weep no more,
oh child of mine.
Your fever’s broke,
your hand is cold.

You are forever
my little love,
and now you never
will grow old.

No comments:

Post a Comment