Dear Grandson (Lane)

Your mother requested of me today a poem, to be written for you. One to be read in days gone by with my love expressed anew. Though poems be written day in and out with love as a sweet refrain. There is no poem with room enough, my love for you, to contain. A greater gift than words of verse I have to bequeath with love. Abraham’s blessings from me to you poured out by our Father above. On bended knee your day of birth before the throne of grace. My grandson I laid on the alter of God for Christ to protect in my place. A friend He will be in darkened days and close by your side will prevail. Devotion to you was one day placed into His hands with nails. My love, dear grandson, is free of charge but one prayer I ask from you. Please walk the streets of gold with me your mother will be there too.