EBANY ELIZABETH VANWECHEL

Fourth grandchild
Hope and light
To call Bethy
A delight
God gives to me
As he gave me Jen
Who is my friend
And my son's wife
Who touches my life
With her understanding
Whom knows life's demanding
For her old mother
Who's a nutty lover
Of animals and the sick
Who's thick
Into this poetry
And would rather live in fantasy
God gives a baby
His Grace maybe
Keeps me going
To be showing
The love I feel
That is very real
Even if I don't have
The action
I have the satisfaction
Of the best intentions
And I will mention
My new baby girl
To the world
In poetry
Because I want to free
God's good
Comes as understood
A sign from God
For one so odd
It's all okay
When a grand baby's coming soon any day.

3/3/2009 1307 cj

Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem