For Brynleigh Jade:

Sweet light that shines from those bright eyes,
Makes heaven wish for bigger skies.
The sun could warm the darkest place,
Yet still not match that precious face.
And in her orbit, gorgeous moon,
Seeks to make a dim world swoon.
But all her efforts pale in vain
When those small sighs our hearts obtain.


Becka said...

how precious...
none other can compare to a grandmother's love

cathouse teri said...

... especially a grandmother with beliefs!

(and right now, I believe I'll have another drink! Make it a bloody mary, ya-ya sis)