In a baby castle just beyond my eye
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy
Who am I to wish him back
Into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby
You have eternal life.
At night when all is silent
And sleep forsakes my eyes
I'll hear his tiny footsteps come running to my side
His little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet
I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes
and embrace him in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure that I rate above all other,
I have known true glory - I am still his mother.
"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way which you used to; put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow; laugh, as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together; pray, smile, think of me, pray for me; let my name be ever the household word that it always was; let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant; it is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near - Just around the corner. All is well."
I do not know who wrote these, the were sent to me from a friend, I think they are both beautiful, and they mean so very much to me.
(this is Timothy's Guestbook, not mine)
Since 2/26/2000
