To Michael What can I say of you, Michael That hasn’t been said before? Sweet, adorable, perfect, ah, You have heard it o’er and o’er, But when I look in your shining eyes, I know there is something more. If we could read it, Michael, Ere time has dulled its glow. For the secret of Life and Destiny You hold in your heart, I know. And who can look in your shining eyes, And doubt that it is so? Shining with love and tenderness As you lie in the healing sun Mother and Dad, adoring, watch As age-old parents have done. Tying more firmly the golden knot That binds their hearts as one. They are not questioning Destiny For them no doubts arise It is enough that they can look Into your shining eyes. Mabel E. Plaskett.
Mabel Sans Plaskett was born in Coralitas near Ben Lomond in the Santa Cruz Mountain area of California. Her father Edward Robert Sans ran a saw mill near Pacific Valley, along the Nacimiento – Ferguson road to the coast at Highway One. It was there she met Edward Abbott Plaskett, her husband. Mabel wrote about the coast and the pioneers of the 19th and 20th Centuries.