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.
Copyright © Teresa Altman | Year Posted 2007
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