Oh Gentle Child
 
I wonder why I feel like this?
So empty, so sublime.
Could it be I've had enough,
Of this old life of mine?
Of days so gray, and nights so black,
Sat in this leaden room.
I wonder if my soul one day,
Will pass, behind the moon.
 
And then, my daughter comes to call,
To brighten up my day.
So filled with love, and happiness.
My mis`rey to abey.
She brings with her, that little child,
`Round whom my life I`ll weave.
So pink and warm, Grandson of mine.
What joy, I now receive.
 
His tender body, I do hold,
His face, its just a blur.
For teardrops issue from my eye,
As love does fill the air.
I`ll care for you, my little one,
Till sun no longer shine,
To guide you down the path of right.
To God, and love Divine.
 
We'll do those things that children love,
Ill take you, far and near.
And teach you, how to read those books,
Which I do hold so dear.
And when my time has come to go,
I'll see your gentle face.
And thank my Lord, dear God above,
For giving me such Grace.
 
 
 

Copyright: Roy Rawlinson, 1999