For Alys
For my dear little grand daughter Alys
Whatever pathways you might follow,May they all be straight and true.Let every sky you travel under,Be the fairest shade of blue.And the hands that play upon your heartstrings,May their touch be soft as lace,And may every kiss be like silk upon your face. Whatever troubles lie before you,May you bear them in your stride,In every storm that rages round you,May you always find a guide.When you need strong hands to hold on to,Or some arms to hold you near,May there be a gentle voice to soothe away your fear. Whatever oceans that you sail on,When horizons meet the skies,May you always reach the shoreline,To be where your true love lies.And may love always be around you,May it grow from spark to flame.Let it be as pure as the silver in your name. Wherever mountains rise before you,May you find a path to climb,And may every sweet encounter,Lie beyond the folds of time.May your heart be filled with laughter,Your footsteps light and free.Oh Alys, we are woven like the rivers and the sea.Oh Alys, you’re more precious than gold can ever be.