A PRAYER FOR MY SON
Bid a strong ghost stand at the head
That my Michael may sleep sound,
Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
Till his morning meal come round;
And may departing twilight keep
All dread afar till morning’s back
That his mother may not lack
Her fill of sleep.





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That his mother may not lack her fill of sleep. Prettiest lines ever! Really, I’m going to learn how to cross-stitch or embroider or whatever it is so I can put that on a pillow.
That was the line that got me, Cindy. So sweet.