“Little One”, a treasured name
The drops of gold in a darkened flame
A weak thing over the strong pulls
You don’t know your power, be merciful
O your eyes! Hide those still
Who could bear its memory comfortably
The ebony flower,
plucked from a burning star.
Once again in mid-December,
it’s lost paradise, heaven remembers.
Thank you heaven, my paradise gained.
Hope is sure, love, joy and laughter.
A fresh life with end of year’s rain,
My beautiful rainbow that came after.
Little one, O Little one it’s true
To your soul, dearest, more years to you.
INK YARD 