There is no doubt that things have been very sorrowful around my house. Likely this is the way it will be for sometime. My daughter is the only child I have living close by and she has been spending as much time as she can with me, bringing along her newborn little boy, Lennox. Fortunately, Kevin got to meet little “Chippie” as he called him, and even hold him on a few brief occasions. As I head up to bed tonight I found this poem that my daughter wrote from her son to me:
I know I be but little,
And there’s not a lot I know;
But I believe my place here
Is to help you grieve and grow.
I know our time was short,
And I’m sad granddad’s gone,
But I know he loved me very much,
And we shared a special bond.
Please look at me grandma,
Look me in the eyes.
As long as we have love
His legacy never dies.
It is a lovely little poem written from the heart. I will cherish it (and consider it copyrighted) because it belongs just to me. In our marriage I was lucky enough to have a husband who gave me gifts from the heart, and the tradition has carried on with my kids – all three of them.
Lennox’s Poem by K. Batchelor, © 2015.