FERRAH

All the things we'll never do
Are like a knife in my heart
No games of Peek a Boo
Or PawJay's "pull my finger" farts

Grammy Awards and Girl Parties
Will have an empty seat
For our precious little one
We never got to meet

There'll be no weekends learning
To ride a scooter or a bike
Or tackling math with fractions
But that could be something you'd like

Are you with G.G. and Grandma Jean
Awaiting a better birthday
Or are you there forever
Waiting for us to come your way

You will always be my first
Oh granddaughter sweet
I can't wait to see your face
And finally hold you when we meet.

Love,
Grammy
 ~Gaylene

This was written for my first granddaughter, Ferrah, who sadly passed away before she was able to be
born. We were waiting with anticipation for her birth, but she couldn't make it past the second trimester.
I love her and will always miss her forever. I will miss all the things we will never get to do, all the talks
we'll never have, and all the hugs we'll never share.