LaRae

Child of my first love,
O how I sought her.
I dreamed every day,
Of having a daughter.

There was a yearning,
In this earthly state.
To accept of the Father,
And to procreate.

She came with a spirit,
That was intended to be.
We rejoiced just to have her,
In our family.

She was most treasured,
And we watched her to grow.
With the power to accomplish,
For we loved her so.

So much she has brought us,
And we honor her well.
Sweet words of her doing,
Is a joy to tell.

E.P. 1908 - 1989


Happy Birthday to LaRae (wish you could have known her) today in 1929.