Cradled in my Mother’s arms,
my little fingers reaching out for Papa’s.
Daddy’s scratchy beard,
tickles my soft newborn skin,
as he leans in to kiss me.
Mama’s Daughter,
Daddy’s little girl.
No matter what age I am still.
The light is passed on-
trying to care for my Son,
Like my Parents still continue
to care for us.
The most loving Grandparents
anyone could have,
still the best Mom and Dad.
Snapshots of a Life 