Here is one of Sheila Billingsley’s last poems, written for the birth of her latest great-grand-child. It is appropriate for Advent Light, babies remind us that our faith is in a world dwelt in by its creator, renewed day by day for our joy.
Tomorrow would have been Sheila’s 93rd birthday.
So beautiful he is, So tiny, So perfect! Of course he will grow And wear muddy boots And wet his nappies And spoil your sleep And creep up close To feel your love And feel your heartbeat Feel your breath And bring you joy As no-one else can do. Tiny as he is, And perfect.
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