Here is the poem I wrote for my granddaughter.
You were to be the very first
Child of our child
It took awhile for this to happen
But when it did, we smiled
All was good in our world
A grandchild was soon to be
I got the news that fateful morn
“Dad, it’s bad please be with me”
We rushed to be by your mothers side
To comfort and console
There’s nothing we can do
It was all in Gods control
We cried with tears of pain
To never hold you close
The dreams we had
are gone for now
To Heaven you were sent
One day we’ll be together
With Jesus, a Blessed event!
Poopa
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