There’s a magic on the house
When the babies are asleep,
When they’re tightly bundled up
In the depths of downy deep,
When through all the hours of night
From the bedroom door ajar
Comes their steady sound of breathing,
Like a murmuring from afar
Of the sea within a shell
From some distant coral bar.
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Parents, grandparents …
They have now gone from us,
Those all-protecting ones,
The angels by the bed,
The guardians at the gate.
This is Life’s promotion!
Step by reluctant step
We move forward daily
To take their place.
At the close of a summer’s day,
Far, far down the beach
At the ebb-tide’s turning,
To sand, sea and wind
We committed them,
Ashes to ashes,
Human dust to dust,
Memories to sand.
The Rain has stopped
The rain has stopped, the sun’s in the sky
And we wait by the gate to see Daddy go by.
He’s off to the fields to sow winter wheat
And maybe he’ll take us along for a treat.
So we’re booted and spurred, with hopes running high,
As we wait by the gate to see Daddy go by.
December 2000
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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