Poem
Baby Sharon
I have seen the laughter shine in your baby eyes;
I have held your tiny hands, and heard your first faint cries.
I have known the dear delight of watching day by day
the progress of your stumbling steps, but now I'm far away.
I am not there to see you grow, that happy time has passed.
A stranger I shall be to you, when I come home at last.
But it is worth the sacrifice and all the agony
to know that you will live in peace, and be forever free.
Your Dad,
Ted Richards