Thursday, 1 December 2011

Words From The Other Side


In a baby castle just beyond my eye,
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish him back,
into this world of strife?
No, Play on my baby
You have eternal life.

At night when all is silent
And sleep forsakes my eyes,
I'll hear his tiny footsteps come running to my side
His little hands caress me,
so tenderly and sweet.
I'll breathe a prayer,
close my eyes and embrace him in my sleep.

Now I have a treasure that I rate above all others,
I have known true glory—I am still his mother.

A strangely morbid poem read by alleged spiritualist and psychic medium Doris Stokes from her album Welcome To My World.

Music by guitar legend Bert Weedon.

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