the LOST ones


Baby Castle

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, 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 others.
I have known true glory
And I am still his mother


By Unknown, for William Ireland-Spicer

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