Special Hero
© Christina M. Kerschen
Published: February 2006
When I was a baby,
you would hold me in your arms.
I felt the love and tenderness,
keeping me safe from harm.
I would look up into your eyes,
and all the love I would see.
How did I get so lucky?
You were the dad chosen for me.
There is something special
about a father’s love.
Seems it was sent to me
from someplace up above.
Our love is everlasting.
I just wanted you to know
that you’re my special hero,
and I wanted to tell you so.
Jo-AnneRamplings 
Dearest Jo-Anne,
What a lovely poem from the heart!
We never will get such one from Pieter’s adopted daughter Liz…
For her the word ‘grateful’ is non–existent.
But she too, will one day meet her Final Judge and he will ask.
At least we both did what we could and feel good about it.
Hugs,
Mariette
Yes she will