Beate E. Verterano
First Granddaughter - Poem by Beate E. Verterano
A precious little child
Fashioned by God's own hand,
Sweetness that goes unequaled
by the handiwork of man.
A winter baby sleeping calmly
As mountains beneath a robe of white
And winter winds breathe softly
Of God's gift this wondrous little life.
Comments about First Granddaughter by Beate E. Verterano
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.