My child, asleep after a day of new discoveries…
I wondered, “What dreams does he bring?”
My mind, slowing in the moment of contentment, brought thoughts of my grandfather so long ago…
“Cwsg fy mhlentyn a heddwch yn mynychu ti,” his words would soothe me when sleep was elusive.
Welsh, the language of my ancestors, was lost in time to me yet this one phrase I understood.
Kissing the forehead of my sleeping joy, “Sleep my child and peace attend thee.”
I could see my grandfather smiling down on us, sharing our intimate moment, knowing he was still a part of our lives… all through the night.