Have I not seen you a thousand-thousand times?
Among every movie, picture, and greeting card, have I not stared into your eyes?
Did I not spend every waking hour and every sleepless night mentally creating that which I should deem more than perfect?
Now, seeing your tiny fingers and little toes, your turned up nose and pouty mouth...will I not cherish such a vision?
Are you not the object dreams are made of?
Surely finite spaces shall never hold thee...certainly every dream, of every child, is merely a smattering of what you were to be...
Shall my heart ever stop breaking knowing that you will never be completely mine...
And yet...had I never seen you...how much more empty my life shall have been...xo grandpa
Death Of A Baby Grandson
Such an emotional and touching expression for the loss of a grandchild. My sympathy and compassion to all the family.
Ode To Matthew