Her First Confession
Blessed with water, wrapped in blankets of white
Their tiny hands held our hearts tight
Filling our souls with joy
The pink of a girl or the blue of a boy
Wax dripping from the candle
That takes its place upon the mantle
Of homes that they light
With smiles that shine in their eyes bright
As school friends, they gather once more
Lined up with family in the pews pure
God’s gifts blossoming to flowers
In the town of Loyd and Round Towers
Bless me father for I have sins so mild
The pranks and tantrums of being a child
Holy Father cleanse our innocence
Pray hear our words of penance with your benevolence
I’m Sorry God, Connected
Songs sung as parents reflected
On the wonder of their flock of Belles
As fair as any page from the Book of Kells
The kind words of the Priest
Permission in lent for a treat
Cleansed and pure wee doves
Ready now for the white dress and gloves
© Frank McGivney 10 March 2014
