May you wake to the glory
Of roseate Dawn --
A soft Matin trilling
That night has gone.

May you walk in the sunlight --
No clouds in the blue!
Joy, your companion,
To walk with you.

May you run with the wings
Of a light-hearted breeze,
And rest in the shadow
Of sheltering trees.

Then dream, if you will,
With the setting sun,
Of love never ending
When day is done.

Mary O'Kelley Peacock
(Written for her daughter,
Diane Peacock Jezic, 1989)