To Michael
For a shining-eyed child named Michael — and the secret in him that time hasn't dulled yet.
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.