The Mother
By: Victoria
(I wrote this when I lost my daughter Aileen to SIDS in 1984)

Through all my pain I could not see, Why she took my child from me, "My Lady" I cried in the night, What can I do to make this right, On my pillows tears soaked through, Heartache in my soul untrue, And then I felt her arms round me, Her voice a lilting melody, Your child is safe within my breast, She does not sleep, she does not rest, A gay small child with hair of white, She dances all the day and night, A light she brings unto these lands, So fair of face, such grace of hand, I never meant to cause you pain, One day you'll see her face again, When she comes back, to guide your path, To me she'll bring you with a laugh, So happy all the day she is, Certain in the love you give, Let me wipe your tears away, Be your Mother and your stay, I will never leave your side, When you need me child just cry, Call my name and I will come, All your life I'll be the one.