Andrew with his Godmother, Connie.
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For My Godchild
As pure as the winter's first snow...you are,
A vision of innocence blessed from afar.
Sent to this earth for us all to love,
A cherished, adorable, gift from above.
A child of the angels and Godchild to me,
The dearest of treasures there ever could be!
Copyright 1994 Genie Graveline
Grave1795@aol.com
The poem above was given to Andrew by his Godparents,
I loved it so much I got it framed and it hangs in his room.
Andrew with his Godmother, Connie.
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