Sweetness in the cradle lies,
Silken skinned and honey eyed.
Mother's ears, Father's chin,
Each of us in her, within.
All our hopes, all our fears
Captured in her infant tears
Innocence in the cradle lies,
Sweet of breath, soft of sighs.
All our history in her renewed,
Dark of hair, gentle of mood.
Valantine child of Family fame,
Alysia carries her ancestor's name.