Poetry
Cody
by Paul D. Ricketts
August 19, 1999
To little Cody, the nephew I never met:
It seems in a way I knew you.
From seeing your mommy carry you
Oh, what anticipation I would get.
Though I never got to play with you,
Though I never heard you cry,
Even though I never got to rock you,
I do have one comfort yet no reason why.
One day we will meet up there,
You will show me around that place.
Though it just doesn't seem fair,
I still have God's amazing grace.
