Sean

The Angel’s son,

my only one-

whose fingers will comb my hair,

whose smile does follow me everywhere.

Inside this tired soul you silently crept,

and with fragile grace

you did erase

any tears I had wept.

To keep you with me always as mine

for eternity and then more time

would be a mother’s greed and sin -

for you belong to everything made of Heaven.

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