It was seventeen years ago that I retired. I won't forget the year because it was The same spring that my grandchild Was born. We call him the miracle child because His mom struggled so long with Infertility. I couldn't be with my daughter on his Birth day because I was playing the Piano that night at my last preschool Spring program. But when I had a moment to call Rachel, Her baby had just been born. I was the first to hear the news. "You have a grandson," she told me. I cheered. And I've been cheering for my grandboy Ever since. He's taller than I am now. He's lost three grandparents over his Seventeen years. And since I'm the only one left I feel the Responsibility to pray extra hard, To love extra hard, And to sing extra loudly today, again From afar, "Happy birthday dear Micah. Happy birthday to you." |