As most of you know, this family has suffered a terrible loss. Our beloved husband, dad, poppa, son-in-law, brother-in-law and all around great story teller passed on two days after his 65th birthday. Chloe's first birthday came, bittersweet, a few days ago. It snowed that day. I thought it was pretty cool to have snow on her first birthday. I saw Steve, with tears in his eyes and thought, "he must be thinking about something he and Dad did in the snow years ago". I was very wrong. Yesterday Steve handed me a piece of paper and said he wrote a poem about Chloe's first birthday. What he wrote reminds me that even though we can't see Poppa, he can see us. And he's watching us everyday.
On a chilly January Morning
thinking of my little girl
and the greatest man I've ever known
out the window I saw it coming down
white like his hair
Covering everthing
in the trees
on the ground
gently like a blanket
arms wrapping around
and I whispered into her ear
We made pictures on that day
with her surrounded
safe and secure
Years from now she'll look at the pictures
and say
Daddy, tell me again
and I'll say
Poppa made it pretty for your birthday
2 comments:
brought a tear to my eye-very heart felt!
Yes, that was very appropriate - and very moving.
Thanks for that :)
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