Before we could meet
For my mother and her first baby, James, who died shortly after birth.
O baby-love that did not come true,
The breath of life did not catch you,
Your body perfect, like a rose,
Ten finger petals, button nose.
The breath of life blew through your sail,
And you blew away, O baby-frail,
Before we could meet, before we could meet,
O baby-love, my baby sweet.
The breath of life blew through your sail,
And you blew away, O baby-frail.
Farewell my love, my baby-love,
One day my dear, I too will come,
But I miss you now, my baby-love,
I miss you dear, my dear one.
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