Well my personal encounter with covid is over. I have survived. Though it has taken me months to get back on an even keel. But now I think I am. My Grandson Gabriel will be christened later this year. And my sister Anny found a poem by my mother. She wrote: I was sorting some mum stuff out this morning (this will probably be going on until I’m about 90 myself given the volume of writings and stuff that are about) and I came across this single sheet of A4 that mum had drafted a rather beautiful little poem on….perhaps for Paloma or Florrie….or maybe for you Loveday or Sam or the girls…but I thought finding it now that it was also meant for Gabriel…and might be something you might like to have read at his christening? Oh and by the way, the grandchildren in the photo, from left to right, are Gabriel, Paloma and Florence. Now here is that poem:
Blessed child
Blessed child
Light and life
Are all before you
Blessed child
Blessed child
The arms of Love uphold you
Blessed child
Blessed child
God protect you
God’s light guide you
Blessed child
Blessed child
Trust in Him
Trust His voice always – all ways
William Morris 