"Happy Birthday Kody, June 17th 2008"

Father loved our pink cheeks
cold from the Winter winds.
Grandsons Kodys cheeks are so
from the suns Summer glow.
Why do we never tire
of youths fresh atire
filling our aging days
with renewed dreams to admire,
in so many special ways.
Today Kody is nine,
a loving, gentle boy.
A God given gift,
not given to all.
If we cannot see the joy
that lives in his young heart,
our souls eyes have been closed
by the dust of time.
Laughing hearts do not die,
they grab hold of those around them.
The ties that bind are strong
consuming all else they can.
Kody is the best there is
and so he will be
when he is a man.
Love is never lost
it feeds a tired universe
where youth waits.
Grandma loves you Kody
each and everyday
in everyway.