About the Poem
I wrote this poem for my little niece, who never got to see her grandpa. He was killed in the line of duty six months before she was born. Now at the tender age of 4, she's starting to wonder and ask questions. This poem is in loving memory of Lt. Michael J. Lutz, who was taken from us, July 12th, 1994. Muskingum County Sherrifs Department, Zanesville, Ohio. Abby, this is for you.
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|by Brenda Chambers|
My darling little niece, you're growing up so fast .
You're starting to ask questions, especially about the past.
Your grandpa was taken from you before you were ever born.
His life was taken suddenly, and it has left his loved ones torn.
At 4 years old you're very bright and your innocence looks into your mommy's eyes,
asking that question she's not sure how to answer, "How did Pap-paw die?"
Little one, he's up in heaven, where all the angels fly.
High above he watches you with tears filled in his eyes.
They are not of sadness, but of joy - he's so very proud of you,
you are his little angel, and forever he will be watching over you.