Among the many talents which are my grandmother, she is an accomplished writer. Recently, she shared her most recent piece, The Blessing of Charlotte, a poem written in honor of our sweet baby girl. As I listened to her melodic voice read the words, I realized that it is a memory I'll always treasure.
THE BLESSING OF CHARLOTTE
What a beautiful child she was
Eyes so blue and hair so brown
With curling lashes and porcelain skin
And lips like rosebuds ready to sing
Who caused people to pray
Who had perhaps never prayed before
And wished for miracles everyday
Who cried real tears for one so young
Whose tiny life had just begun.
One thinks, perhaps, that's why
The Lord kept her here that long
For the blessing of Charlotte
Will live on and on.