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.
This was the graphic on the Saturday Centus site.
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Jenny Matlock
May 18, 2013 at 04:50
I don’t think I could sleep through Welsh. I am soooo fascinated by that language. I was lucky enough to visit there once…and the music of those conversations remain in my head.
Beautiful.
Ross Mannell
May 18, 2013 at 10:29
Thanks for the comment.
I have also visited Wales. I know part of my family tree includes Welsh ancestry but the language is lost to me. A closer connection comes through my cousin. She had spent some time living in England and returned to Australia with a Welsh husband. 🙂