Walking With You
For You My Baby Callum.
The boats on the Lough sway gently with the breeze,
The clouds up above, dark and looking mean.
But for you and I today, nothing could be at fault,
I was allowed to spend my time, talking of loving hope.
We sat and fed the swans, you and I together,
Touching hands lovingly, the sky was threatening bad weather.
Our hearts combined as one, time allowed us to treasure,
And I could enjoy your smile, listening to the waves forever,
lapping at the shore, seagulls over head that we could just ignore.
We had an hour you and I, to spend time to treasure,
Just each other's company, a little for my pleasure.
You are changing all the time, just like the shore line we are visiting.
But I know you are part of me, another generation has been listening.
I see all hope and love in those twinkling eyes so blue,
You remind me so much of your daddy, I can see it through and through.
People pass us by, talk and move on,
But you are the apple of my eye, the most important one.
I treasure these times I have to be by your side,
You make me so happy, so proud and to think that you are mine,
My first born grand child, who is in my heart so dear.
I will never be alone again, sweet baby when you are near.
As everything life has to offer, I want you to embrace,
And for all I can offer you, love, patience and teach you grace.
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