The little one slept peacefully
in his tiny cradle;
his mother sang to him
a lullabye so sweet,
oh so loving
that the child made not a sound.
His pains faded slowly from his tiny body.
bright as the first light of day,
came to him as he laid asleep
in his mothers loving arms
to assure him that none more would ever be.
Tears dropped to her baby’s cheeks
as they took their last breath,
and his mother wished only that he had joy,
for she knew that he would be near, and that he would be safe.
For he would grow tall and strong,
not as a boy,
not as her son,
but as a weeping willow in the valley that she loved,
for that is the way of her world.