Rosie's Song

They’re leaning on the garden gate,
The hollyhocks stand tall.
Summer light is fading fast –
He’s fading most of all.

I cannot ease his burden,
I cannot heal his grief. My Sam is wise and sturdy And brings him some relief.

But the children soothe his tempest
And their voices still the sound
Of ever-golden darkness,
Desperation lost and found.

So Frodo-lad and Elanor
Are waiting by his chair.
Their eyes are bright with stories
Wondrous tales he’s told them there.

He’s turning now; the light is gone
And night is in his face.
But the wee ones are his morning
And their love his healing grace.