Livie: a Tribute to my Granddaughter

Not long ago we celebrated Olivia Jane’s life. White balloons were released.
Before I released mine, I kissed it.

Livie

Although you were so little, you taught us many things,
like living in the present so we don’t miss anything.

You taught us things that matter, are the little things around,
like making daddy laugh because you made a farting sound.

You showed us pure contentment in such a simple way;
you’d shake your pumpkin rattle and you’d hit your head each day.

You showed us how to head-dance, with rhythm and with grace
and we could tell you liked it by the look upon your face.

You showed us precious, tender things can make a heart feel glad,
like a hundred little kisses from your mom or from your dad.

You taught us we should pause each day to share a smile or two,
like Ruthie, Jude, and Charlie who would share their smiles with you.

You were a little fighter and you taught us how to fight;
for every single thing you tried, you tried with all your might.

Livie, we are proud of you and all that you have done,
your life has touched so many lives, for such a little one.

I wanted to do more with you, to watch you as you play;
to push you in the baby swings and hear you laugh each day.

And oh, I wanted so, to share the stories from my head,
to maybe tuck you in sometime, and kiss your precious head.

But God had something else in mind the day you slipped away,
and now you are with Jesus every moment, every day.

I’ll save the stories from my head, Grandma kisses too;
and when I come to heaven I will share them all with you.

And every day when I will gaze, in skies so clear and blue,
I’ll think of looking in your eyes, the way I used to do.