A poem in honor of my birth

I was reorganizing my basement  (Photos here) when I came across this poem my aunt wrote for her sister, my mom, in honor of my birth. Definitely a keeper. I will see Aunt Maddie at the holidays and can't wait to share my find with her. Enjoy!

Here are the words.

Birth of a Child

What has God wrought,

in the birth of this child,

Why a beautiful angel,

beyond a doubt.

Her eyes are blue, her skin so new.

It sparkles as diamonds in morning dew.

The birth of this child is a wondrous thing.

Conceived in love, and delivered to bring,

A home of joy, compassion and grief,

A home where love in never a thief,

But a home where love is considered belief.

Madelyn Shermeyer

July 16, 1962