Baby Castle / Helen Ward (Mother)
This poem by an anonymous writer epitomises what I feel now about being without my babies.
In a baby castle, high up in the sky
My babies play with angel toys, that money can not buy
Who am I to wish them back into this world of strife
No, play on my angels you have eternal life
At night when all is quiet and sleep forsakes my eyes
I hear their little footsteps come running to my side
Their little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet
I breath a prayer and close my eyes and embrace them in my sleep
Now I have a treasure that I rate above all other
I have known true glory
I am still their their mother.
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