Sweet William Poem by Sheena Blackhall

A little while our family grew by one
And then he slipped away when scarce begun
An innocent, unspoilt, he never knew
The troubles of this world where woes accrue
Pure, beautiful, unsullied and unscathed
Not lost, but gone before, by Angels wreathed
His godparents will be the stars that shine
In myriad legions, like the sands of time
Their lullabies shall rock him in his sleep
Our tiny craft, on the Eternal Deep