Grandchildren
On The Morrow!
by The Faerie Keeper
The Faerie Keeper will sometimes share,
a poem with our six year old grandson,
his mother, Melissa will often just stare.
Then right to my face she would say,
"I do not understand, nor does Drew!"
Perhaps you will write one, another day.
Never discouraged, but often about to cry,
we continued to write for Drew. Yes we try!
Finally a comment and a smile, then we knew.
Months would pass, another grandchild too,
Madison was born, our grandchildren were two,
Melissa smiling said," A poem from me to you!"
When Isabella was born, a grandchild again,
but her death of SIDS, a sorrowful fate,
her family fell victim to an awful state.
Sweet Tara bore of our son David, little Grace,
this wee dear would also hold a special place;
For all of our grandchildren are close and dear,
and from me in poem, my love they can always hear.
Heart felt poems just like ones written for Drew,
will first be sent to Isabella in heaven, for she knew
grandfather wants each child to enjoy poetry's joy,
because deep down in his heart, he's just a little boy.
