| His Gift As his birthday comes again The second that he won't be here, A birthday gift is on its way So soon it will appear. The gift is one that he will love Tho here he will not be, Still by her side he will stay Till the baby he does see. And three days after his birthday His nephew did appear, Without a doubt I know he was there Of that she need not fear. This precious child was his gift Another he would not ask, A better gift she could not give It would be an impossible task. Copyright May 2000 Jarrett's Mom |
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