Sitting in Michael's Lap
Hush, now, little angels; the morning comes soon
To chase the silver shadows that follow the moon;
Let your dreaming fill you, your wonder take flight,
And soft wings spun of lullabies will lift you this night.
Sleep, now, little princess, and close your sweet eyes
And dream of bright tomorrows and turquoise blue skies;
Dream of fairies dancing on gossamer wings,
And hear their voices whispering the song that I sing ...
Dream, now, child of my heart, my darling young boy,
Of sunlight and of laughter, the purest of joy;
Let my song remind you, in slumbering ear,
That though I may be far away, in dreams I am here ...
Hush, now, little angels; to dreams gently go;
Remember that I love you more than you'll ever know.
Though I cannot greet you when the dawn wakes your eye,
I'll sing to you every night in my heart's lullaby.
This poem was written as a sort of farewell to my lovely children, Kahlan (4) and Damian (3), who will be moving to their father's house some 1500 miles away due to the fact that I will be going to school more than full time and will be unable to care for them. They are, and will always be, the only lights in my life.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest
[This message has been edited by Skyfyre (edited 02-17-2000).]