My Aileen Poem by Mike Shanahan

There was a whisper in the wind
A breathing.. as if by nature sent
To tell the lovers, of a child
A baby girl, that God had sent.

The wind it told of beauty rare
And softly murmured to the stars
As two gazed proudly at the child
Her name Aileen my sister born.

I watched and waited for my time
To join my sisters, brother sent
I heard their laughter in my mind
And felt their hands.. caressing care

And as I grew I felt her eyes
Her caring words, her gentleness
Her cleansing tears when I was hurt
Her being there to ease the pain

As if the stars had sent to me
A special guide to wipe the tears
When father passed, and Mother since
She held the candle, soothed my heart

The wind it whispers as I write
Of words of love, encouragement,
Of gentleness for living things
Of beauty born of beauty given

Her life now full with family, friends,
Their lives.enriched with love so freely given
This perfect Spirit to my mind
This prescious thing this sister mine.

I love her so, this shining light
This soul so pure, this Being rare
I’ll love her till the day we part
And then I’ll love her constant still.

As years go by, her hand held tight
I’ll tell my story to the night
Of my love for one so special
Of my Aileen, my blazing light