**Just a note that I feel Gwenny to be like a daughter to me and I love
her very much. This is for her from her bard mom.**

You are the story I tell to the children
Soft and tender, soothing and sweet
You are the lullaby I hum to them after
Tucking them in under chins and their feet

You are the poem I wrote in my dreams
Perfect and simple though I just don't know how
You are the song that I'm asked to resing
Golden and lasting even after my bow

You are the songbird, the sonnet, the prose
You are the petal of the perfect rose
You are the smile of warmth and good cheer
You outshine angels when I feel you are near

You are my daughter, my darling, my dear.


Penned by my hand on the 4th of Bellum, in the year 442 AD.