My Little Golden Head

Little Golden head,
Hair like silken thread
Curling round my finger
Causing me to linger.
Happy laughing eyes.
My aching heart now sighs,
Your visit was so brief,
Unbearable the grief.

My Little Golden Head

Though the years have passed
Your memory will last
Forever, Golden head
And tears for you I shed.
God you to me did lend,
And to His will I bend,
But hard the path I tread
Without you, Golden Head.


Sheila Jakobsson