A Poem for You, my Precious Grampa

*Dedicated to: Gerald Wayne Harper*

I no longer cry myself to sleep because I know that you're in heaven.

 I may get say every month but I know that you're ok.

 Come June 20th of every year, I may get sad but I will rejoice. 

Because you're in heaven and you're safe from pain.

 I may miss you so berry much but you're with the Lord and I'm berry happy.

 I love you Grampa and I miss you but you're free, happy, and alive in heaven with our precious Father and I'm so glad that you're free of pain.

-Always&Forever-

By:

Jocelyn Nicole Green