By Melissa E. Beckwith

In memory of my grandson

Jacob Connor Playforth

April 15, 2009—May 16, 2009



Tiny wisps of white

Riding on an unseen wind


Angry, determined rain drops

Drowning in an ocean


Soft and fuzzy flakes

Disappearing in a blanket of ice


There’s so much abundance

On this azure circle in the dark


Yet we had so little of you


Here and gone like a wisp of course breath

On a frozen morning


Your memory, though holds fast


You are the deep blue ocean

So full of unique excitement


You are the honeyed air of a new born spring


You are the cool moon

Dim in a black, endless sky


You are the radiant sun

Calling to the green Earth


You will forever be my

Beloved, cherished, joy.