My daughter left today.
A Cradle Song
The angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They are weary of trooping
With the wimpering dead.
God's laughing in heaven
To see you so good;
The Shining Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I kiss you and kiss you,
My pigeon, my own;
Ah, how I shall miss you
When you have grown.
__W.B Yeats
Oh Diane, I'm crying right along with you. Our kids left today after a wonderful week long visit. I don't know how I'll endure the long lonely days ahead.
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