Poems

I Am Still His Mother 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 in 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 carress me, so tenderly and sweet, I'll breate a prayer and close my eyes and embrace him in my sleep. Now I have a treasure, I rate above all other, I have known true glory, I am still his mother. Author unknown