Have you ever had a poem just flow out of your mind onto paper? This happened to me this holiday when I wrote this:
Little baby girl you are a miracle to behold
You were given my mother’s name but you haven’t yet been told
What a special person she was
But you have her fight, her lust for life, ‘cause
Little baby girl you have my mother’s name
You have quite a legacy and it should be your aim
To live up to your great-grandmother’ s name
We will remind you of her goodness in every way
She is no longer with us, on earth, anyway
But she is looking over you every day
For you see little baby girl you have her name
And you should always be proud and proclaim
I have my great-grandmother’ s name!
I framed this poem and gave it to my son and his wife as a gift to their three month old daughter, whose middle name is Marina.