"Eileen Maura"

Why did I have to wake up,
And have you fade away?
It seems that only in dreams,
I can see you, feel your

.My Sleeping Child.

{An ode to the children who sleep in death]
[Victorian Book of the Dead]

Sit with me
my little child

I wish you were here
For this music's so sweet
I hope you can hear
Our notes played so neat

It's wonderous to feel
Two beats

MARGARET

Margaret was not, I say NOT a "yes" person.
Needless to say, she "pushed my buttons" regularly.
But, oh, how she made

Oh Silent Angel

I felt your every movement
As you kicked me in the ribs
I imagined the life I'd give you
All the pretty