I'll cry if I want to.......

My daughter left today.

Our first trip to Ireland as a family...She was 18 months...who would have thought...

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