Familiar Image You Are to Me

Sweet Airoleen, Airoleen, tiny babe new
born into a world of pain. Sweet Airoleen.
Wrapped and warm upon your mother's breast
taking the first draughts of life, Sweet Airoleen.
Sweet life, sweet death, Sweet Airoleen.

Near bald and pink and dear, your mother's tears
rejoice in you, Sweet Airoleen. Tiny Sweet
Airoleen. Plump and frail, your hands still
new-born fisted, but perfect, Sweet Airoleen.
Sweet life, sweet death, Sweet Airoleen.

Universe of flesh, muscle, brain, and bone,
How tiny made, Sweet Airoleen. So small
a voice, so small a cry; so small a face
beside your mother's tender touch. Sweet Airoleen.
Sweet life, sweet death, Sweet Airoleen.

A familiar image you are to me, Sweet Airoleen,
Likeness to your father and eyes your mother's
green, but somewhere else that Image I have seen.
Somewhere else that Image I have seen, Sweet Airoleen.
Sweet life, sweet death, Sweet Airoleen.