At the end of the path
Where the grass grows tall
And the bushes come down
Right over my head,
There’s a small summerhouse
Where often I crawl
To hide from the others
When it’s time for bed.
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Under the cherry tree
Come under the cherry tree with me
To rest within its moving pools of shade
And listen to the passing summer wind
High in the leaves.
Nearby, within her cot,
The baby sleeps, dreaming of lives unlived
And faces not yet seen. Hers is the time
Of total innocence, of rosebud promise
And of quiet content. Yours is the time,
When after fears and pain, come flooding joy
And peace and renewed motherhood.
14th August 1976
3rd June 2003
This day is Juno’s.
All Heaven stops
And gods peer down
To see, enfolded
In her mother’s arms
Fair Juno’s namesake.
From Heaven’s store,
Their gifts they shower
And revels make
To mark the day.
So welcome Juno!
To our earthly shores.
May life be sweet
And all its joys be yours!
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