“Celia” Alex Craig I wrote a little poem one day Of what I thought would come to pass. I wrote about a little boy And behold – it was a lass! She came along in winter time. That day I will remember. She has filled my heart with bounteous joy Since the 10th day of November. I call you dear, my little flower. In my dreams I see you grow Like the wild red rose upon the bush Or the snowdrop in the snow. Last night when fast asleep I saw A baby in her pram, With waving arms and kicking feet. ‘Twas you, my precious little lamb. When you grow up I hope you’ll be Or try as hard’s you can To be like one who’s dear to me. There’s no one like her – she is your Mam.
Alex Craig (my father) and myself, Celia, born 10 November, 1943
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