Babe in Arms
S oft on wind is your name
my forever, babe in arms
H ope
I placed upon my ledge
burning brightly
into the night and wee hours of the morn
and wish my child come home
A prayer was ever present upon my lips
I held my breath to make you breathe
but now you’ve found your place
N one may take these salty stains from my hands
as you greet the angel band on high~ ~ my only recompense
N ow may you go with God
knowing I will meet you on His shores one dayO ver mountains, through sedge and on the lea
I’ll turn face to the wind to reminisce a childN ever will you leave these hills within my mind
my Shannon
~ ~ my babe in arms
Comforting the mother of 11 year old Shannon Paulk .. May she rest in peace.
© 2002 CG Mair
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