William John's Poem

Some babies only know Heaven.
William John came here for a kiss.
His mother's joy -
A tidal wave
Wrapped him in maternal care.
"Oh beautiful, oh Precious Son,
my love is yours.
You are the one I dreamed of knowing.
You are the boy I imagined growing
Into manhood."
His father's fingertips
Caressed John's hand -

Meeting and parting
in a touch.
You did not grasp for anything.
Yours was the Perfect Grace,

Giving all
Asking nothing.

Innocent, Angel, Grandchild-of-Mine,
Too quickly your wounded body slept.
But I'll hold you long past your departure.
It is your message that I've kept.

Every moment is a gift.
Take care of life. Take care of love. Take care.