Tartan Blanket
My love wrapped up in a tartan blanket,
Hiding his face so no-one can see,
My Prince of the Planet,
Destined for Greatness,
Doubting, thinking, how can that be?
My life is done, the end is nigh,
The angel of death be hovering high,
Shaking it's finger, telling me so,
I'd better believe it,
It's no lie, I know.
But her wings have been clipped,
Her power abated.
The end of death
And all related.
So, folding back that tartan blanket,
What on earth can there possibly be?
A handsome face with deep blue eyes,
A timid hand that I reach in to hold,
A bare tummy, warm and ticklish,
Everything else that makes him a boy,
Coochy coochy coo, little bundle of joy.
text (c) Katherine Stuart 2010
