Our grandson Colson Lee Clark would
be 5 years old and he'd be
Caragan, Claire and Cadence's
big brother, however God had other plans.
He is celebrating Christmas with our family
members who have gone on.
What a celebration they must be having!
I came across this poem and it's sentiments
fit...
The Children's Christmas…
The children's Christmas is simple and bright
They sing the music, they laugh in the light,
Sparkling colors are a magical spell,
Their instant joy flows bubbling and well.
But round that tree I see a space,
Beside the table an empty place,
A voice is missing, a form of grace,
The sweetness of a little lost face.
A vacuum was left by the child who's gone;
Though all seems right, yet it's terribly wrong.
I'd give up my Christmas, and gaiety fine,
To clasp that small hand again in mine.
- Rosemary J. Gwaltney
In loving memory of our grandson.
Colson Lee Clark
May 28th, 2020
The children's Christmas is simple and bright
They sing the music, they laugh in the light,
Sparkling colors are a magical spell,
Their instant joy flows bubbling and well.
But round that tree I see a space,
Beside the table an empty place,
A voice is missing, a form of grace,
The sweetness of a little lost face.
A vacuum was left by the child who's gone;
Though all seems right, yet it's terribly wrong.
I'd give up my Christmas, and gaiety fine,
To clasp that small hand again in mine.
- Rosemary J. Gwaltney
In loving memory of our grandson.
Colson Lee Clark
May 28th, 2020
Colson we will never forget you!
Pops
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