
Photo by Kristina Paukshtite
If I die tomorrow my sweet grandbabies won’t remember
how I held and rocked and loved them with all I’ve got.
They will not know I sang them songs made up just for them,
or how I prayed everyday of my life
that they will follow the call of God.
I hold you now with such unfailing love though
I will not be here to keep every grief at bay
I hope you’ll feel these arms holding you now
and know I am yours Forever and a day.
Such a lovely poem, Jill. They’re getting a loving start in life, that’s for sure. 💖
Thank you! 💕