A special poem written to my Grandaughter, "Chloe." 8 yrs old |
Chloe means a green shoot you see. A green shoot comes forth in every spring. It’s the first signs of life after a winters fling. First to come fourth and spread its wings. How fitting, you were born in March, Three days into Spring when buds come forth. Your time of birth is everything you see and, Your name is in the Bible sweet pea. When you were born and only three days old, You were making Elvis faces to us behold. Everyone knows you were the first of the fold. Soon your personality blossomed bold. You were just so awesome, So little and petite. Just a tiny little pipsqueak. When your Mom would try to get you dressed, You always put her in high stress. Screaming, fighting and punching too, It was all she could do, To change your pooh. When you started to grow, play. We should have called you BK. Cause you had to have it your way. “Mimi will you play with me?” Time to get off the TV. Mimi couldn’t refuse to play, Cause you lived so far way, It just made her day. I remember swinging you in our oak tree. You would yell, “WING ME!,” When it came for you to leave. Our hearts didn‘t want to set you free. We hurt so much when you'd go home. Cause we're left all alone. God made you strong with a lot poise, Cause you're going to need it raising your boys, With your living room chocked full of toys. The man that marries you, Better be straight and true. Now as you grow older, Your beauty willl exemplify you. Remember to take care of your Mom when she’s old, That's when you need to be as gold. You'll see when your 33, How it is to be a Mom, With your very own family. Remember to keep the Lord in your heart, Because he is your, Compass in this life, Always strive to be a sweet wife. Love your brother cause he loves you, Always remember you named him too. No matter what trials lay before you in life, You can overcome the strife. God has given strength and power, Cause he gave it to you, that very hour, you were born Chloe. Love Popee |