June 10th 2017

Poem by Grandpa Steve

Nine Months Straight

Nine months straight, I carried you, deep within my whom. Your twists and turns, your little feet, I felt your every move. I yearned each day, of meeting you, and looking in your eyes. Your chubby little hands, my dimple and Grandpas messed up toes. One more day, you could have stayed, and then you would be mine. Your Father Jon has been so great, he yearned to meet you face-to-face. The moment we learned your heart had stopped, we wished that ours did too. Your Grandma dropped to her knees, and cried out to her God, take my life for Willows, and please just let her be.
But..........Ariel, My dear Mommy,
I look down from the arms of God and wish that you could see, the majestic plan of happiness, and just where it will lead. You are my Mom, You'll always be. You gave me everything I need. The pain and sorrow of your world just wasn’t meant for me. You’ll raise me Mom, you'll chase my chubby feet, we will be together, for all eternity. I love you Mom, I love you Dad. I also miss you too. I'v seen your tears, I too can cry, I also feel your pain. Be patient Mom, be patient Dad, soon we will embrace. I know it's hard, to imagine now, but our joy then, it will exceed, all of your current pain. I hope that you, like me can be, full of joy, full of peace, and looking forward to a life together, for all eternity.