The child and the vision

Dear mother, the night is now misty, And I feel, now, sleep coming on; Lay me in my rose-colored bed!… Or in your arms I shall go to sleep. Child, make your prayer to God. And on our knees, daughter, let us go; For your father, from the heart, Together, let us ask of God with faith. Up above he is, mama, is he not? Near to God, for God so willed it; He does not want the wicked, who have no faith, But my dear father he made happy! May God hear you!… O dear daughter, May He listen to you with kindness! May your father, on the holy path, Have bliss!… Peace!… Happiness! I ask also for you, dear mother; I said to God: “Mighty Father, “You took the father, but from the little daughter “Do not take the mother away, kind Father.” Thank you so much, O Gabriela! What a heart in a little girl! Over you from on High your father watches And over your brow he leans.

I would so wish, dear mother, Since my father reaches our soul, That he would return from the other life To embrace his child.

That such a prodigy you ask of God Here for us, we suffer so much!… The soul of one who has died sometimes comes To soothe the weeping of its little children. Dear mother, the night is now misty And I feel, now, sleep coming on… Lay me in my rose-colored bed!… Farewell, mama!… I am going to sleep. But no!… I see!… It is truly my father! He is here… beside my bed!

How he draws near and stands out, Mama, he looks at us contentedly… I feel the tenderness of his kiss; And my hair beneath his hand!… He has occasion to close my mouth, And then at once he returns to the heavens! Dear mother, the night is now misty, But I can no longer sleep…

For my father, to the rose-colored Bed of mine, promised to come again! Your Guardian Angel.