IN MEMORY OF
miscarried August 14, 1998.
by His PAPPA and Mama Beth:
The other day, I saw a boy.
He brought his dad such pride and joy.
I saw you in Gerrit's eyes and act.
I wanted to cry, but had to show tact.
As he played in the swimming pool,
He said, “Look, Auntie Beth. This is cool!“
He couldn't feel my broken heart.
Longing for you to fill the empty part.
“Auntie“ is OK, but it's not how it should be.
If only you had lived, “Mommy“ would be me.
Oh, Zach, I miss you. I have no one here to love.
Our Pappa took you to His home above.