Grandfather, I miss you so much, your strong hands with a gentle touch.

I remember our first dance, a little girl standing on your feet, seeing the joy in your eyes; not knowing that this dance would be footprints of our lives.

God knew you needed to rest your strength no longer to be; so he embraced you in his arms and whispered, “My son come with me!”

I now must say good-bye as I hold back my tears; reminiscing our Treasured Moments throughout the years.

There’s an emptiness deep down inside; masking the pain of missing you that I can no longer hide.

As I feel your presence next to me you whisper softly, “Little girl set the woman inside your free!”

Remember, “you’re a reflection of me!”


~ by Lori L. Howell