Oceana

Oceana

My tender Oceana laid down her head

Her weight a sweet burden of delight.

Her skin as fragrant as the perfume

Of angels, sent down from heaven

The sweetest of all scents.

Water spun round the sides of the boat

Like seahorses rocking tipsily on frothy waves

While the sun on both water and sky

Painted fiery gold and rosy pink swirls.

I sang in her ear an ocean lullaby

A song of love and tender care

Then as my heart drank in her love

Her baby cheek she lifted with a sigh

And gently laid against my own.

And in that perfect pearl of time

So wondrous fair and rare

I knew my grandchild’s special love.

A gift from soul to soul it stays

Deep in my heart, forever mine.