My Poetry

Erika

Precious baby, darling girl.
Twinkling eyes and forehead curl.
Little lady, fair of face,
Pure of heart and full of grace.

Friday's child, mother's heart.
Daddy's princess from the start.
You touched each soul along the way,
Your gentle smile lit up each day.

And while you are my babe no more
You live within my heart, my core.
A child is a gift, you see
To have, to hold, and then set free.


Kathy/Jesse

If all the hands that reach, could touch
Your battered soul tonight
You'd know without a doubt, how much
We're with you in this fight.

As time suspends and distance shatters,
Your laughing face appears.
For what you are is all that matters...
A friend for all these years.



Kathy sadly lost her battle with Hepatitis C