Have Angels On Hand As Consorts

Let the hand that rocks the cradle Always be a force for good And shoo away them few baneful Bent like carrion flies; manured Let their lives be our light and joy Support constantly—do right By them, and don't try to destroy Their precious childhood or make light Of that exquisite gift called life Feed and nourish each small moment Help them to reach the afterlife Help, them with their development Be the heart that waters breaks-stone Be the hand that feeds noble thoughts Makes bread and sow flowers to roam Have angels on hand as consorts.