A smile. A giggle.
A laughing eye.
How the world looks when a child is nigh.
A tear. A frown.
A moment feeling down
Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Showers,
These are the way we pass the hours.
A part of me but Spirit transcending
Our time on Earth is always ending.
Joy, delight, a choice made
A soul returning, a debt repaid.
A shining light to guide the way,
A warm cuddle on a rainy day.
Before life began
We chose each other
And I am blessed to be your mother.
Annie Conboy, 1st March 2007
