For a Granddaughter
Since the Days of Rome,
It's been well known
to the point of certainty.-
That a home that has a Julia
is a happy home indeed.
A Julia is a gentle soul,
unfailingly wise and kind.
She'll barely even raise her voice-
If fed and changed on time.
She'll have her mother's beauty
Her voice a songbird's call..
I think I hear her warming up
In the nursery down the hall
So Jennifer, you've given us
a J.E.M. to hold, a treasure.
May she never cause a moments grief,
But always be a pleasure.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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