Listening to an Irish Lullaby

(I bought my daughter a CD once of children's lullabies. I heard this track and just started crying my eyes out. I feel like if there is a Mom song for me it's this. I forget the poet whose lyrics were used, I'd looked it up before... Just very potent for me.)

​​Sleep, my child, sleep deep 
as your mother waits to die 
and the music swathes you 
in such glowing arms. 

You stand at the gilded mouth 
of heaven while tenuous voices 
descend to torture and impale 
my molten core, 
my heart like one bleary eye 
grown weary of staying open. 

I have seen the splintering 
vision of rose-veined glass 
in a church where I wept 
at the incense of his remains. 

I have savored the ghostly 
helms of gondolas gone 
swaying in their inexorable 
waters where all my children drowned. 

Blackly metallic waves, 
pearly and gibbous as silken moons 
lulling and caressing the tranquil dead. 

And I have learned nothing new 
except the ineffable flutter 
of your lids softening a rhythm 
unto paradise.