Her name is Abbie Jule
My precious little one.
A gift from God above.
A granddaughter for me to love.
She has her Mommy's lips
Her Daddy's silly nose.
And yes, ten little fingers
and of course ten tiny toes.
But quietly God's Angel,
that writes down our names at birth,
Looked up at Him and whispered,
"Much too beautiful for this earth!"
She never saw my roses..
or smelled a fragrant bloom,
But has become one now in heaven
As her memory fills my room.
So when I'm feeling lonely
and just want to sit and cry
I step back and smell my roses
For Abbie Jule
My Angel on High!
Love You,
Grandma Marie
In Memory of Abigail Jule Kosalko
April 7, 2005
