Momie, do you always love me,
Even when I'm bad?
Yes, my little darling,
When you're naughty, though, I'm sad.

Would you love me more, dear Momie,
Were I a better girl?
Were I as sweet as honey,
And as perfect as a pearl?

Can't you see, my precious baby,
You're my dearest treasure.
I'll love you always, little one,
Beyond the greatest measure.

For you my dearest Momie,
So ever hard I'll try,
To be the best child ever,
'Til the very day I die.

I'll be sweet and eat my dinner.
I'll be good as good as gold,
And I'll ever be your darling,
And I'll do what I am told.

I would never want you different.
As you are, I love you so.
You're my dearest child from heaven,
But you'll never really know.

Our Lord gave me a piece
Of His heaven up above,
Greater than I've ever known,
When He gave me you to love.

Seachild

Hearing with fear and pain,
These old sad words again.
I long for the open sea
And waves to splash on me.

Wondering, can they be so?
I hear them, soft and low.
I beg to be free once more
To play on a sandy shore.

These haunting words of old,
Make me cringe and feel so cold.
I wish for the heat of the sun.
For the beach with all its fun.

What words cause this alarm?
What words could rack such harm?
Which are they, that unsteady my hand?
"Seachild Dies on Land."

© Victoria