Sweet Crockett
Our Crockie boy went home today
Where he can run and jump and play.
He couldn't play when he was here
Just couldn't get those legs in gear.
But he could do some other stuff
If you would watch him close enough.
Sometimes the angels told him jokes
He'd crack up just like other folks.
Or fold his arms and cross his legs
And sit there like some wise old sage.
When he was in his rarest form
He really could kick up a storm.
When family time would get real loud
He'd jump right in and join the crowd.
He'd laugh and squeal and make some noise
And act just like the other boys
And when the family went to town
He loved to just be dragged around.
If you would rub his head a bit
A great big grin is what you'd get.
His hands were always warm to touch
we loved our Crockett very much.
We picture him on Jesus' knee
A far greater place to be.
We felt he knew us Gramp and me
And we just cannot wait to see
Him run to us with that big grin
When he sees us and we see him.
thanks Mom
and thank you both for loving him like you did
5 comments:
How sweet - I see where you got your kind heart from, I can tell your mom is a kindred spirit as well!
Oh Amy,
What a sweet tribute to a sweet boy! Your mom really nailed it too.
I could almost see Crockett as I was reading.
I know your Mom has been a huge support for you over the years, and now we see her heart of love for Crockett.
Thanks for sharing.
Lots of love,
Dawn
I agree with Dawn. With the picture as a reminder... I can see him and hear him. Thanks for giving us a glimpse. I am thankful for you and your family. char
So, so sorry to hear about your loss. I love the poem and how it captures his personality and how loved he is. What a beautiful life that will continue to bless and change people. I pray that God will continue to comfort you as you miss your sweetheart. Hugs.
Beautifully written.
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