You came on the winds of the approaching holocaust.
Precious new life given ,
While the elements took thousands in return.
Thankful for the sweet breath you took,
I looked into your tiny eyes and see your mother's eyes.
I recall the sweet pain of her life as it parted from mine.
You do not know me now, but one day we will hold hands,
Watch the sun catch the clouds and the stars light the night.
Giana, my newest joy.
Giana is my youngest granddaughter. She was born on the eve of Katrina, August 27, 2005.
I wrote this on September 3, 2005.