In a fairy castle, just beyond my eyes,
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.
Who am I, to wish her back into this world of strife?
No, play on my Baby you have eternal life.
At night, when all is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes
I hear her tiny footsteps come running to my side.
Her tiny hand caress me, so tenderly and sweet
I breathe a sigh and say a prayer embrace her in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure that I hold above all other
I have known true glory for I am still her mother.
Anon
