For Shannon Kathleen... Poem by david lessard

You came along in March, of 1963,
the younger daughter and sister,
Another beautiful girl
for your momma and for me...
You were different from your sister,
quiet, you kept to youself a lot,
and you were God's precious child,
a delicate little tot...
You had an iron will,
not giving any ground at all,
You were the independent lass,
heeding no one's beck and call.
This child born in the desert,
was a French, Swedish and Irish maid,
You knew that in the years of growth,
her beauty would not fade.
More than you know...I miss you,
I never got to see you grow.
The marriage failed, my son was dead,
it was all... a nasty blow.
Your such a lovely woman now,
with a life that's all your own,
So here's my poem to honor you,
for the love to me you've shown.