Morning poem for Dawson

My nephew Dawson passed away July 4th this year. He was born 20 years ago. On the day in Sept that my first husband died. My heart is broken and my family is drenched in grief. So I shared this poem I wrote in about 3 minutes the other morning with my parents. I texted it. It made my Mom happy. Then since she don't know how to use the computer. She hand copied it on paper. Then had my dad make copies of it. There it was on my poor brothers refrigerator, where she had gone about handing and hanging to my other family. Ya, I know Mom's do stuff like that. But this much needed distraction touched my heart. The power of a 3 minute thought, copied and pasted in 3 seconds offered a grieving Grandmother a morning of smiles. And that is something of worth to me. That is the value of poetry!