A Gift from Heaven

Michael brought me a piece of paper yesterday.
He was going through his box of treasures and found a poem
my mother had written for his 16th birthday-Sept. 2008.

First she expressed her frustration with her computer-
"I can't center this dumb thing, so here goes."

Then:

Michael

Michael, Michael
Full of grace
Steadfast of purpose
A smile on his face.

He loves to explore
Down by the creek
Burnished copper curls
On his cheek.

At home in the kitchen
In the fields he is great.
Loved as a student
As a fixer first rate.

What will he do?
What will he be?
He will follow God's purpose
And we shall see.
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Isn't that beautiful?
 It was like receiving a gift from heaven
when Michael placed her words in my hand.